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The Fae Queen © The-Moonbound
The Price of Knowledge © The-Moonbound

"Ithilien will be free from these wretched abominations. Let Caebellan guide your blade, your arrows, your spells! The greatest glory is to die coated in human blood, children of the Dakha!"

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Prickly and frustrated, she left her seat and begun to long walk to the Apex. It was one of the highest chambers in all of the Shadow-Realm, the crown of a tall topless tower, where the High Council would gather to decide matters petty and complex. Craning her neck to behold the naked sky above her, Tezarya found herself holding her breath at its beauty. So dark, so incredibly vast, a blanket of distant stars.
Around her floated miniature planets, replicas of worlds the Shakra had conquered. She paused to look at one of them, a black-and-purple orb clouded in smoke and shadows, save from a large splotch of auburn and green. It had been a pathetic world, Tezarya remembered. She had not set foot there herself more than once, and she had not liked it. Before the Shakra had come, the humans had warred for centuries with the faes; bloody, crude wars that had not left many humans. The survivors had fled under the ground, as the faes later would aswell. I hope they slaughtered each other. Pathetic species. Tezarya tossed the orb aside, and it returned to float midair, as if unsure of its destination.

- The Price of Knowledge, chapter 7
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The Shakra's invasion a century ago was far from the first time the world had known war. Dweller scripts go as far back as ten thousand years, vividly describing the bloody wars between the increasing population of humans and the old race of faes. Having honed their skill in magic for eons, the faes answered the humans' advances with brutality and ruthlessness, going so far during one of these wars that they almost wiped out the humans completely. To their fury, a small group evaded capture and disappeared into the wild, robbing the faes of the last drop of victory and secured the survival of mankind. Many fae leaders are celebrated as legends, a female known only as the fae queen one of them, her true name lost to history. She is prayed to for guidance and strength by both males and females. Her fate, much like her name, was forgotten or never written down.

Fate would eventually mock the faes for how they'd watered their precious nature with blood. A century ago, the Shakra set their eyes on the war-torn world of the humans and the faes, and saw potential in it. The humans suffered massive losses to the demons, but the faes proved to be very sensitive towards the corruptive touch of the shadows that now infested their world, and the ancient race, already thin in numbers, dwindled and faded. Together with some of their old enemies, the faes and the humans who would be known as the Dwellers hid under the ground whilst the shamans and hunters known as the Freerunners defied fear and stayed beneath the sky. But still, the faes continued to succumb to the shadows, and now the only proof of their existence is their descendants with mixed blood.

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The Fae Queen © The-Moonbound
The Price of Knowledge © The-Moonbound

"Ithilien will be free from these wretched abominations. Let Caebellan guide your blade, your arrows, your spells! The greatest glory is to die coated in human blood, children of the Dakha!"

-----------------------------------------------------------
Prickly and frustrated, she left her seat and begun to long walk to the Apex. It was one of the highest chambers in all of the Shadow-Realm, the crown of a tall topless tower, where the High Council would gather to decide matters petty and complex. Craning her neck to behold the naked sky above her, Tezarya found herself holding her breath at its beauty. So dark, so incredibly vast, a blanket of distant stars.
Around her floated miniature planets, replicas of worlds the Shakra had conquered. She paused to look at one of them, a black-and-purple orb clouded in smoke and shadows, save from a large splotch of auburn and green. It had been a pathetic world, Tezarya remembered. She had not set foot there herself more than once, and she had not liked it. Before the Shakra had come, the humans had warred for centuries with the faes; bloody, crude wars that had not left many humans. The survivors had fled under the ground, as the faes later would aswell. I hope they slaughtered each other. Pathetic species. Tezarya tossed the orb aside, and it returned to float midair, as if unsure of its destination.

- The Price of Knowledge, chapter 7
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The Shakra's invasion a century ago was far from the first time the world had known war. Dweller scripts go as far back as ten thousand years, vividly describing the bloody wars between the increasing population of humans and the old race of faes. Having honed their skill in magic for eons, the faes answered the humans' advances with brutality and ruthlessness, going so far during one of these wars that they almost wiped out the humans completely. To their fury, a small group evaded capture and disappeared into the wild, robbing the faes of the last drop of victory and secured the survival of mankind. Many fae leaders are celebrated as legends, a female known only as the fae queen one of them, her true name lost to history. She is prayed to for guidance and strength by both males and females. Her fate, much like her name, was forgotten or never written down.

Fate would eventually mock the faes for how they'd watered their precious nature with blood. A century ago, the Shakra set their eyes on the war-torn world of the humans and the faes, and saw potential in it. The humans suffered massive losses to the demons, but the faes proved to be very sensitive towards the corruptive touch of the shadows that now infested their world, and the ancient race, already thin in numbers, dwindled and faded. Together with some of their old enemies, the faes and the humans who would be known as the Dwellers hid under the ground whilst the shamans and hunters known as the Freerunners defied fear and stayed beneath the sky. But still, the faes continued to succumb to the shadows, and now the only proof of their existence is their descendants with mixed blood.

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