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The sounds of swords clashing and yelling filled the air. Just on the eastern side of the badlands stood a glorious structure. Guarded and seeping with demons aligned to Queen Solaris and her court. Christof, the first prince and heir to the throne of 'iilhi slid across the ground. "My my my, you don't belong here. I'm relieving you of your duties" Christof said rolling out of the way of a plethora of spells. Leaping upward and twisting in the air, Christof wielded his divine Mourning Bow. Placing his hands in position, a string of light formed in the bow. In a split second, a flurry of light arrows rained down on the demon soldiers. Christof landed on the ground and unleashed another plethora of arrows.

So many dead demon soldiers covered the entrances ground. Twirling his dual daggers Christof sheathed back in their holders that rested on his hips. Walking towards the entrance of the stronghold in awe. "I've searched and studied so many....I can't wait to unlock your mysteries.." Christof said as he gazed in awe of the stronghold. For being as ancient as it was, the stronghold still stood as it was only a couple hundred years old. Christof placed the palm of his hand against the beautiful and glowing mosaic tiled door. Christof basked in the ancient magic that radiated just from the door. "What is your key word..." Christof mused sweetly to the door. In a short moment, Christof's hand began to radiate as rune glyph etched into his hand. Smiling in victory, Christof looked up to the door. "Uhruthja" Christof chanted as he channeled the power of the rune.

The elegant mosaic door finally and slowly crept open. Christof backed away as he witness the elegance of the elven culture radiate from inside of the once tightly sealed stronghold. "Mother and father won't be pleased...but I must have what's inside" Chrisof grinned wickedly as the doors fully opened. Nodding his head then, Christof walked through the elegant doors. As he walked inside the doors began to close behind him.


Christof relished in his victory. Yet another stronghold of yore discovered and it's prized treasure will be his. The elven prince walked to the center of the main floor. It's beautiful greenery and flowers flourishing in the rich elven magic that still stood. Christof looked down to his feet and his eye's widened. "By the roar of the all fathers..." Christof smiled with bliss and vitory. "I've found it...I can't believe its been here all along!" Christof cheered happily. "This...this very stronghold...belonged...." Christof said clapping his hands with glee. Using his boot to push away the moss on a mosaic flooring; he revealed a rune etched into the ground. Crouching down and placing his hand on it Christof tuned into it's radiating magic. "Revalos" Christof chanted then. Christof moved away as a glorious statue rose from the glowing rune he had activated. His eyes widened even more. "High Mother Farrah..HAHAH!!" Christof cheered as the statue started to move and reveal a set of stairs that descended downwards. "Yes, the very high mother who advanced runeologic studies, she alone revealed runes even before her time..." Christof spoke the ancient history as he went down the steps.

After a few more flights, Christof stopped at the bottom. His eyes wide with joy and hunger. Glorious treasures filled the room. "This very treasure grove should house her most powerful rune; the rune that would open the gates of the heavens...a rune not even my mother has! HA~" Christof rushed into the treasure room. Ruffling through all of it's various wares. Spellbooks, tomes, scrolls, jewels, you name it! Christof then stood before a epitaph. "Read my incantation. Read my sign. Reveal my greatest treasure of all" Christof read the epitaph. Placing his hand on the rune etched on it. Looking to be an empty tiled clearing with a beautiful mosaic dome overheard. "Whandhur" Christof chanted. As the magic surged and filled the room; the treasure room glew with magic and beauty. Backing away awaiting for the rune slab to rise, Christof was met with something else. Underneath the mosaic dome head, the tile flooring began to flood with a beautiful crystal substance. Water? No this could not be.

Christof's face was written with anger and disappointment as he was greeted with a pool of mystical water. "WHAT?!?!" Christof shouted as he slammed his fist into the epitaph. Shattering it to pieces. The pool of water shined like crystals. The pool of water radiated a magic so deep the air was heavy and the room had a beautiful hum. As if there were angels singing a beautiful hymn. "NO NO NO NO!!!" Christof shouted as he hurled the treasure across the room angrily. The loud crashing sound of gold and jewels echoed all throughout the stronghold. "NO! I did not come to this forsaken dump of a land FOR HOLY WATER!!!" Christof shouted as he slammed his feet. Cracking the tiles underneath his boot.

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Christof was angrily thrashing around the treasure grove. He could not believe this! Then where was the ancient rune of High Mother Farrah?! Where?! Christof went to thrash some more but heard a familiar voice. Rage filled him even more. Christof turned to see Solaris with one of her soldiers. "You do not belong here!!!!!" Christof shouted as his eyes were red with rage. Causing Solaris' guard to flinch. "Don't mock me, wench! I could level half your army I chose to do so" Christof snipped pointing to Solaris. "STOP!" Christof shouted as Solaris walked into the crystal waters. The treasure grove shifted from his heavenly glow and humming. The stronghold began to shake violently. "No no no no!!!" Christof shouted as he looked around. The treasure grove gave an underwordly glow. Shades of red and purple danced around the room. The sound of angelic voices shifted to deep demonic humming and operatic. Christof's eyes widened with rage and shock. "Y-you...you tainted this holy place..." Christof said backing away a bit.

"No no no....heheh" Christof said having another mood shift. Placing one of his hands on his face, Christof laughed in a fit of anger. "I know what this is, hahahh oh yes I do" Christof laughed then. "High Mother Farrah's pool of tears" Christof wicked looked to Solaris and her guard. Rune began to glow all over Christof's body. His body was riddled with them. Clear they were singed into his skin so he could access to all of them whenever he chose. This form of runic placement was extremely forbidden. Only bestowed upon a scholar who proved themselves in war. "High Mother Farrah carried the dead body of her All Father to this very spot; as she wept her saddened tears they filled that very well" Christof said wickedly as a chuckle followed after. "The thing is...you won't live long enough to utilize it's divine power" Christof said twirling his holy daggers.

"Vhenfirr" Chrisof chanted as his body shined with glyph's again. The elven prince's body blitzed around the treasure grove with speed. Appearing behind Solaris' demon knight. The demon knight's head rolled off it's shoulders. Christof let out a wicked and twisted chuckle. "You have no clue how to utilize true magic like the elven" Christof said crouching down. Holding one dagger forward his dagger shined. "Ghandur" Christof chanted once more. The rune on the top of his hand shined with a greenish black sphere. The greenish black sphere bolted towards Solaris. Threatening to strike her body with blunt force.




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Christof glared as he rune spell collided into Solaris' body. Sadly as he expected, the well of tears had strengthened the demon queen. Black fire erupted all around the treasure grove. Christof grunted as he zipped around the treasure grove. Leaping around the whips of black fire. Slide around on his knees, performing several acrobatics. Sadly in mid jump one of the black fire whips lashed directly onto his chest. Sending Christof crashing into a pile of gold coins. Sliding against the mosaic flooring of the treasure room. Christof groaned as he returned to his feet. His shirt had an opening where the fire whip collided into his chest. More runes began to shine all over Christof's body. "You're forgetting your toying with elven magic" Christof grinned as he chuckled to Solaris.

Christof ducked as he evaded another lashing of the fire whip. His hand landing on the ground. "Whanwher" Christof chanted as another glyph on his other hand shined with magic. The very magic waters Solaris stood in began to thrash all around her. Threatening to slam her into and all around the mosaic domed overheard. If not propel her out of the mystical waters. Christof leapt backwards as he wielded his Mourning Bow. This time firing off three arrows of holy light towards Solaris. "I wonder...who would rule this forsaken land? Especially when I carry your head back to your castle!" Christof threatened as he fired another light arrow towards Solaris.

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Christof used bow to repel and maneuver around the fire whips. Flipping away from a lash. Christof tucked his bow away. "Rifphur!" Christof chanted as a glyph on his body shined. Christof's body shined in a red glamour. His veins pumping with blood and magic. He pushed off the ground causing it to crack under his feet. Cocking his fist back just like the demon queens. The two fists surely were to collided into one another. That is until the treasure room felt as if time had frozen. Christof's glaring turned into a look of confusion. It seemed as if gravity had altered. Then a familiar feeling washed over him. A look of sadness and fear washed over him. The demonic humming shifted back to that of a choir of angels. The red and purple hue shifted back to the golden and white lights. The angelic singing turned a bit darker in tone. Almost eerie sounding. The waters Solaris once was standing in shined brightly. The red that once tainted the waters vanished. Returning the waters back to their crystal normalcy.

Tendrils of the water shot from the water. One tendril looped around Christof. Slamming him into the wall and trapping him inside of bubble. The other tendril simply splashed Solaris. Dousing out her fires and causing her to be soaking wet. A thick and eerie fog poured from the well of tears. The room slightly dimmed. Christof looked back to the well of tears and his eyes widened. "Why is there a dead demon...sitting in this holy place?" A familiar voice echoed in the room. Emerging from the fog that poured from the well of tears was the elven monarch, High Mother Abra.

High Mother Abra was adorned in gracefully flowing gown. Navy blue, covered in tiny crystals and diamonds that sparkled like a starry night sky. Abra's bottom reaching blond hair was slicked back. Everything about the High Mother was flawless, ethereal and elegant. Abra's bare feet stepped out of the well of tears and finally onto the mosaic flooring. "Queen of the Demons......my son" High Mother spoke in his whimsical and ethereal voice. Looking from the drenched Solaris and the trapped Christof. "Speak" High Mother Abra said standing in front of the well of tears. Clear no one should dare to rush back to the waters. The waters were completely purified. The only demonic essence that remained was the dead demons body and the living Solaris.
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Abra was true vision of beauty to behold. The High Mother raised his brow as Solaris explained what happened. Gently and gracefully waving his hand, the water the wrapped around christof exploded. Releasing the elven prince. Christof sighed as he gasped for air. Scrambling to his feet, he bowed down to one knee to his mother. Keeping silent for he knew what wrath was waiting. "Christof, you are to return to the castle, immediately" Abra said. His voice held beauty but a true force of command. Christof clicked his tongue in annoyance. Christof stood and walked to Abra's side. Abra looked back to Solaris. "I've already purified what taint you and your demon placed upon this holy domain, Do be careful in which you act" Abra said as he addressed Solaris. "I'm taking back this stronghold, you are no longer needed here, Queen Solaris. Do remember next time to be a bit more respectful in holy sites of yore" Abra harshly worded as he waved his hand again. The waters began to glow again. Christof turned and stepped into the water. Walking to the center of it and diving into it. Being transported back to 'iilhi. Abra turned and began to walk to the water. This time he was walking on top of the water itself. "Since my son provoked this, I will not be too angry. But remember...demons do not belong side the divine" Abra said as he stood in the center of the water. Raising his arms, the treasure room shined elegantly. Holy magic filled the treasure room. The dead demon body burned to a glittering gold ash and was blown away. A strong wind pushing Solaris towards the entrance. The crystal like waters shined to bright it would blind any who would dare to try and look any further. Abra vanished from the ancient elven stronghold. But the ancient magic of the stronghold was reactivated and the ancient runes themselves were activated once again. When the light had stopped, Abra and Christof were no where to be seen.
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