Fantasy Harmonia

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[div class=cont]Harmonia is a vast continent rich in natural beauty and magical resources. The very soil, water, and air in its vicinity all carry its magical essence. The creatures that inhabit the land, Egnarions, though looking very similar to common fauna, are capable of channeling the magic in its roots. Previously, the lands of Harmonia belonged only to the Egnarions till the king of a foreign land called Wyvernsthrone attempted to claim the land for himself and sent his great warriors and mages.

During their expedition, however, news of the king of Wyvernsthrone's passing reached their ears , and his kingdom fell into chaos: families were torn; houses were burned to the ground; noble houses fought for the crown. It didn’t take long, the Wyvernsthrone kingdom was gone.

The now homeless warriors and mages the king sent to conquer the continent were forced to make Harmonia their home, rebuilding a nation from the ground up. However, differences divided the mages and warriors. It didn't take long; they were on each other's throats, fighting whether the Great Sage, Maplheim or the great warrior commanders should be the ones to lead the newborn nation.

Blades and magic clashed, and just like their former home, Harmonia was on the verge of destruction. The fighting only ceased when a union of mages and warrior who refused the notion of war stood up against their leaders, building the kingdom of Thyrea, which they served as a wall that separates the arcane users and the warriors.

Centuries passed and now, the continent has been divided into three kingdoms: Orh, the kingdom of the Eilows (magic users); Sierra, the kingdom of the Novushkuns (warriors), and Thyrea, the peacekeeper kingdom supported by Eilows and Novushkuns who dedicate their lives for the preservation of peace throughout Harmonia.

However, peace proved to be a fickle thing and is once again threatened. War is imminent, and Harmonia is about to become a battlefield once more. Will peace ever be achieved or will history repeat itself?

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Bryse Adleade



Interacting with: No one

Location: Solene Capital, Amier​

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In a small town of Mezan, near the Forest of Volkure, not even the hustling and bustling of the town could drown the happy voice made by a newly-minted, blue-eyed mage. “Can you believe it, grandad? I am officially a Mage!” the young redhead shouted with glee. She kept jumping around, and the same goes for Amir, who was a rare Egnarion known by the name of Palas Lykos; a six-footed, two-tailed wolf with big rabbit ears that often stay away from humans, it has a it’s fur is navy blue in color that fades into gray and has gold markings around its body that glows depending on it’s emotion. The beast was was howling with happiness. Her grandfather, Keilrek Koroha, on the other hand was crying tears of joy. After all, he's been betting on his only granddaughter to become an official Mezan since she came into their house six years ago.


Soon, Keilrik’s tears became that of sadness, knowing that his daughter's only child is going away for a very long time. “I… I'm so happy for you, my little Lykos. I'm sure your mother is as proud as I am in your accomplishment—maybe even prouder! He hugged his grandchild tight; or . Bryse pretended to have a hard time breathing, when in reality, her tears were on the brink of falling. “Our time together was short, so don't go forgetting me.”


“What? Why are you saying such nonsense?” Bryse, confused with what the old man was spouting, asked in a worried tone. At that moment, a gust of wind passed the town; the atmosphere became heavy, and Bryse paused, realizing what Keilrik was trying to say. She didn’t want to believe it. “Are you saying that I should leave?”


The old man sighed, knowing that if he didn't give her any initiative, she will never do it. “Yes, I am. It's time you chose your own path. You are not bound to this family. You are young; go live the life you were meant to live and make your own choices; go and find your mother.” Keilrik's words weighted heavy with sadness, and tears kept streaming down his face as he sends his only granddaughter away. “I know you've been working up the courage to tell me that, but look, even if we are miles apart, my little one, we will always have our memories to hold on to.”


Bryse didn't know what to say. She had always wanted to tell Keilrik about finding her mother, but never got to do so. She tried to hold the tears, but the longer she looked at her grandfather's face, the more heartbroken she felt. The moment Keilrik handed her a bag filled with money and clothes, she broke down in sobs. “I promise you, I'll come back. I'll come back and give you the tightest hug you will ever get, and I'll tell of how you are the best grandad in the world!”


“I know that you will.” Her grandfather smiled softly and saw her off. Bryse tried to wipe away her tears, but they just kept coming back. With a saddened Amir by her side, she began to walk, never looking back at the Koroha household behind her. As she approached the village entrance, she was greeted by the presence of her best friend, Lihzl.


“Hey.”


“Hey there, puffy eyes.” Lihzl joked with a sad smile. “Heard from gramps yesterday that you were going away. You're really gonna leave me here?” Bryse nodded—she could only look down guiltily, knowing how much her friend wanted to leave the town. She received a punch to the shoulder, her best friend now smiling. “I was kidding, jeez.” Lihzl rolled her eyes and walked away, but before she disappeared out of sight, she looked at Bryse and mouthed with a smile on her face, “One day, I'll get out of here too.”


Bryse couldn't help but smile at her friend's attitude: even in goodbyes she'd always be the same. Though she was burdened by the thought of leaving her family, with a newfound determination to find her mother, Bryse walked off with her dearest companion as the sun started to set and make way for the night.


But that was months ago.

With a sloppy lick to the cheek, Bryse was awake. A loud bark came out of her companion, and she could only roll her eyes at the consistensy of the gob she gets on her cheek every morning. “Ewwww, Amir!" With a laugh, she wiped the drool and ruffled the egnarion’s blue fur, and got up from the bed. Bryse could only frown at the state of the room: She got an aching back from the bed; the room was small; the window was broken; the ceiling had lots of cobwebs; the walls were so thin that it was unavoidable to hear another guest complaining in the next room, and everyone knows how many times she had sneezed before being able to sleep.


A few minutes later, they paid twelve pieces of copper coins, and got out of the sad story of an Inn. The sweet smell of bread wafted in the air—there was a hint of cinnamon and butter, and the two were drooling at the thought of finally eating. Bryse found the source and asked the owner of the small store.

“Hi, how much for a piece of that bread?”

“That will be twenty pieces of copper coins, dear.”

Bryse's jaw was left hanging open; she has never heard of a piece of bread costing the price of a shirt. Sadly, she and Amir were already very hungry from their long walk on Phurdan Road last night. They shared a piece of bread together, and Bryse, worried of how long their bag of copper pieces would last, sat down and started writing flyers about them doing random jobs. Hunting, tracking, gathering, delivering, and almost anything just to get some food on the table and a place to stay for the night.


Unfortunately, such jobs for them were scarce in Amier. Just a few days back, they were busy with herb gathering and deliveries in Aille. But in Amier, they were more likely to use up all their money before they find a decent job. Bryse could only make a sour face on the prices they have on anything. She and Amir have been walking the streets of Amier’s capital, Solene, posting flyers, while reveling in the majestic piece of architecture that speaks of the beauty the stars have during the night: the Velanor Peak, looking as high and mighty as people have said it would—a striking contrast to the humble village of Mezan, filled with low houses and trees, but just as beautiful.


In an attempt to pass some time, the two decided to have a look at the famous traveling band that has been in town for a day or two. No sooner than later, they started hearing a voice singing in front of the massive crowd, and it seemed as if the trees were swaying to her and the music the band has brought. The voice resonated, it was serene, and the emotions she gave were true to the poem of her song. People were touched as they listened. Unfortunately, Bryse and Amir weren’t able to see the face of the singer in the thickness of the crowd.

There was also a woman dancing with the band. A mage from the Water Tribe of Kairo whose moves were graceful and beyond compare; the people watched in awe as she danced a routine with precise movement, while the water flows with every gesture that she made. But time has passed, and while Bryse wasn’t able to see the performance clearly, she has enjoyed it plenty enough. Amir even looked like he was under a spell, quietly sitting and paying attention to the song. It wasn't until the performance was finished when a refined man, who seems to be old than her mother, approached her and said, “Were you the one who posted this flyer?”


“Yes, I am.” Odd as it was for an old man like him to ask about her flyers, Bryse couldn't be any happier talking to a potential client.

“I am Edward. Please, come with. I would like to talk to you privately.”


The man led them to a place just outside of the capital, isolated, but not so far away from civilization. The house was grand in every aspect, from the garden’s landscaping, to the house’s overall design. By the gates were beautiful, bell-shaped flowers that glowed faintly as the moon began to rise. “What flowers are they, sir?”


“Those are Ara’s Bells.” He answered with regret, as if he has failed the flowers. “Look…” Edward softly spoke as he placed one hand on Bryse’s shoulder, and pointed a finger to the sky, “That constellation resembles them, too.” He paused, tears wanted to roll down his cheeks, but he blinked them away. “They were her favourite. Come along now.”


They entered the house and continued to walk until they reached what seemed to be a study room. “I have a job for you.” He said, and it was the first time that Bryse took a good look at the man who wanted to offer her a job. The man's face was solemn, there were dark circles under his eyes, his beard seemed to have not been trimmed for weeks, and his clothes, disheveled. “Please, sit down.” He asked while he searched his drawers for something.


Bryse told Amir to stay by the porch, as she sat and stared at the lavishly-styled room that was filled with books and golden decor. There was one thing that caught her eyes: a painting of the man and his family. His wife, and two sons—all four of them looked aristocratic. His wife had a gentle look, but her posture was the very definition of a high society woman. And their two sons, undeniably, were close copies of Edward.


After what felt like hours of searching, Edward’s face finally lit up, and he handed Bryse a picture of a beautiful woman. “I haven't properly introduced myself, have I? My name is Edward Noctua. I… I want you to find my daughter. I'll pay you a large amount, just find my daughter.”


Silence filled the room as Bryse tried to process Edward's offer in her head. “There are much more experienced trackers out there—why me?” She studied the picture once again. The woman had the most delicate of looks; she embodied motherliness and femininity.


“In all honesty, I am not sure that you can find her. I’ve had others searching for her, too. Sadly, they haven’t reported anything to me. I am desperate. For years, I’ve been haunted by the guilt of not being the father I should be.” Edward’s voice began to quake; he shivered at the expense of tears breaking out. “The woman in that picture is her mother, Anneleisel. My daughter must have some of her mother’s looks, if not all.” He said the last statement with confidence—a sparkle of pride was in his eyes. “You will be the eleventh person that I’ve sent to look for my daughter.”


Bryse’s heart sank.

It felt like she had been thinking for hours, but Edward seemed like a very patient man. She could see that he clearly loved his daughter, too, despite not knowing much about her. She gave him a smile—one filled with sympathy—but her mind was not without doubts. “Well, I do need the money.” she thought to herself. “it won’t be easy moving across Harmonia without it; this will help tremendously. If I accept the job… Wait. How can I find this girl if I can’t even find my own mother? I hate to disappoint this man, but I just lack the experience.” Bryse was about to speak, but the door parted open before her lips could, and in came a woman who wore a worried look on her face upon seeing Edward so distraught. Bryse recognized her as the woman on the painting.


“Esther.”


“Honey, please. You haven’t slept in days, and you need to rest. Just look at you!” She hurried over to the old man and urged him to go upstairs. “I’ll see our guest outside while you take the rest that you deserve.” Before Edward left the room, he made sure to give Bryse a pouch filled with gold and silver as incentive.


The walk back to the gates was quiet, save for Amir’s rustling as he played in the open grounds, circling Esther and Bryse. By the time they stood on the other side of the gate, Esther spoke, “If you find her, do not bring her back here. Honestly, don’t go looking for her at all. I’ll give you triple the gold and silver if you do as I say.


Bryse looked at Esther’s cold stare, and in her chest grew an anger that wanted to burst. She was so appalled by the statement the older woman dished out without any trace of emotion. “How could you say that when your husband tries his hardest to find his daughter? You’ve seen him, haven’t you?”


But no matter how much anger she had, it was nothing compared to the sudden twist of anger on Esther’s face. “I know what I’ve seen and I will not let anyone get between me and my family!” Amir was quick to react and got between them, snarling at Esther.

“Calm down, Amir.” Bryse signalled. “You can’t just stop them from seeing each other—your husband will only get worse.” She expressed in anger.


“I can, and I will. I pity the girl—that much is true—but I won’t let some nobody like her destroy the family that we already have, and I will do whatever it takes to keep it from falling apart. I am not to be tested with, dear, and if you have nothing more to say, then goodbye, miss Bryse.” Esther bolted the gates and walked back to their manor. Amir looked up at the moon as it climbed higher in the sky. “Let’s go, buddy.”


“Is that really what she thinks will happen?” Bryse muttered as she walked back to town to find the nearest inn. “Oh mother, what do I do?”—the usual question she asks when at a loss for answers. Amir whimpers by her side, wearing a sad look in his storm-grey eyes as he trailed along. Wanting to cheer his friend up, the not-so-little egnarion jumped at Bryse and continuously licked her face. “Ahahahaha, stop it!” She only received a loud “ruff” as Amir continued to tickle her. She couldn’t take it anymore, and surrendered—who wouldn't when you have a pet that’s almost as large as you?


“Gross! As if your morning drool wasn’t enough, our stuff is scattered all over the place because of what you did!” Bryse reprimanded Amir, but he just wagged his tails happily. “Thanks, buddy. I really needed that.” She cleaned her face with a towel and gathered their stuff. A crumpled piece of paper caught the corner of her eye. She read it, gave Amir a contemplating look, and a huge smile spread across her face. “Hey, wanna go to Asba?” The creature gave her an enthusiastic nod and flipped, it’s golden markings glowing in his delight. “Then it’s settled. Asba it is!”

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Arabella Campbell


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Location: Solene Capital, Amier

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"Wake up Bella we're almost there." Bella woke to a manly voice, and a gentle pat on her shoulders.


A soft ray of the morning light slightly blinded her eyes, slowly sliding off the soft wool from her body. Loud creaking wheels fighting against the rough part of the road is heard with a continuous shaking from the whole part of the cheap covered wagon that they borrowed from a certain village in the house of Aille.


"Sorry, I fell asleep." Bella replied as she turned to the muscular bearded man, probably in his 40's.


"What? Why are you saying sorry?" He replied, giving a kind laugh afterwards. "That aside, is your voice alright now? You've been singing all day." He added.


The lady touched her throat, letting out a relieved expression. "It isn't sore anymore... Oh, you noticed?" Bella said with curiosity from her eyes knowing she never said it to anyone.


The man sighed crossing his arms as he gave a serious look towards Bella. "You know, you shouldn't hide such things from us. Making us worry won't do any good. Right?"


Bella looked down, somehow remorseful for not saying anything. "Sorry, Garett." She said with soft voice.


The man then gave her a reassuring smile as he gently patted their precious singer. The other two members, Ben and Halt, gave her a smile as well and continued polishing their own instruments, preparing for their next performance. The lady slightly bowed her head to them as thanks for keeping up with her. She felt blessed for having good people surrounding her and for sure, happiness will be with them along their travel.


The white haired girl then reached for her old cream white coat and dusted it gently, wearing it after. It costed for only eighty coppers, basically made out of common cloth sold in a small stall at the side of a certain road that they camped in for a night. It may not be in good quality as those who are wealthy, but as long as she can wear something that can last long, it won't be much of a problem. Getting closer to the village, the whole band prepared their personal things and made a final check for any items that may be left.


A large entrance with Amier written on it was finally in sight. Footsteps and lively voices overwhelmed the lady, seeming that it had a different ambiance to her than any other places that they had visited. It's as if it was longing for her presence and was surrounded by warmth. Slowly approaching the main gate, two armed guards stood beside it and carefully examined the inside of the carriage.


"Who's with you and what's your business here?" The guards suspiciously asked the coachman.


Garett went out and confidently introduced himself. "Good to see you sir, I'm Garett the leader of the famous Traveling Band. We have a performance to do so if you please let us through?"


"Oh, the traveling band you say? Yes yes I've heard of you. Goodluck with that!" The guards replied as they opened the steel gates.


Bella and the rest of the members went out of the covered wagon along with their instruments and other supplies. Just as they were about to go pass by the gates, a sudden thug was heard from second wagon which contained there food. A girl with a purplish hair color is seen lying at the ground.


The white haired girl then also curiously approached the woman, somehow in shock as to how the she was able to hide in their for long. Bella hid behind Garett as he leaned down to her helping her stand. She had decent clothes and seemed innocent so they gave her a chance to explain herself.


"Is there a problem?" The armed guard said, approaching them.


To lessen the suspicion, Garett allowed her to tag along until they have passed the gates. "Oh it's nothing sir." The leader said, laughing awkwardly.


After finally entering the gates, Bella reached for her hood and pulled it, covering her long silver white hair.


"So you're a dancer you said? If that's the case then as a payback, why not perform with us?" Garett suggested. The purple haired girl wore a smile and agreed without hesitation. Bella and the others looked at each other and nodded in agreement.


"You better not pull us down." Halt said as he turned to the dancer hoping the performance won't be destroyed because of her suddenly joining.


The band wandered for a bit, looking for a great spot for them to perform. Luckily, they were able to saunter upon a certain area where many group of people normally pass by. They started setting their own stage and took out their instruments. As for Bella, despite singing in front of the crowd for a long time, feeling nervous never left her. Just thinking that she might get wrong and embarrass herself was unbearable. However, as her eyes turned to the dancer, she did not seem to worry at all. She wanted to talk to her but she can't bring her self to. Opening a conversation with other people was something that she's never done so she put out the thought of it and practiced the song that she will sing.


After a few minutes of preparing, they've eventually decided to perform. Bella then placed a simple cloth on the ground where people can offer few of their tokens.


"Good day everyone! We are the Traveling Band!" Garett energetically said, capturing the attention of many.


After his spontaneous introduction, wind instruments were beautifully heard and as Bella was about to sing, the Kairo Mage made the water float around her. She starts off with a pose in fifth position. Her arms slowly crossed down as the water began to follow with the movements of her body. She felt the rush of adrenaline in her veins, and yet she danced with a slow and sad movement to capture the song's emotion. People watched as she swayed in front of the crowd, she couldn't be anymore happier in what she was doing.


More and more people approached them and rapidly filled the spot where they are in. The whole group had no idea that they have been walking beside an elemental mage ever since the incident that happened earlier. As the beauty of dance mesmerized them, Bella took a deep breath and gave the crowd a beautiful smile and continued singing the song that her mother composed.



Joy, Excitement, doubt and fear. These were the emotions that she felt as she searched for the woman that filled her with love and care. She has been looking for her ever since she was young, yet she was terrified having the thought that she may be left all alone once again. Along her search, doubt was taped in her mind, however, despite having uncertainty in her decision, hope remained in her heart.


Her mother's Mellodine along with Bella's voice resonated within the people's hearts leaving them more engraved to the performance.


As it finished, the water mage pirouette into a bow and gave the audience a small smile. As for Bella, after singing her heart out, applaud occurred from the big crowd. Some were in tears, some had a large smile on their faces. Endless shouts of motivation and encouragement were heard from them as well, brightening up Bella's heart. This was the very first time where they received countless coppers, silvers along with a few golds. She covered her mouth in shock, tears rapidly falling from her eyes while Garett and the other two hugged tight, jumping gleefully.


Halt then slightly walked towards the dance and gave her another greeting. "You're not bad after all. Hmph" He said quickly his face away and went back to where Ben stood.


After a long moment of celebration, the band bid the people farewell and took their belongings. It was delightful to have such warmhearted people as their audience.


"This is a lot!" Garett said as he happily shaked the bag of coins.


"Why don't you guys take a break? Let's split this in half and buy anything you want." He added with a big smile afterwards.


"Thank you Garett!" Ben and Halt replied in chorus, jumping gleefully once again as they gave their leader a tight hug.


"What are you two so happy for? Don't think that I did not notice your mistakes in the first part." Garett said with his eyebrow raised. "You only get a quarter." He added as he smirked at the two. Both of the man's face quicky turned from joyful to a dejected expression.


The leader then equally gave their share with an exception from the other two members. Bella turned to the dancer sitting beside a large tree, staring at them with a large smile. She gently tapped Garett in his back and closed her face with his right ear.


"Where is her share?" She said in a whisper.


Garett released a teasing smile with his thumb up and handed her a small pouch which contains a few coins. Turning Bella around, he pushed her in the back, passing on an encouragement in taking it to the purple haired girl. The singer then slowly approached the dancer, taking a glance at the leader as she got near to her.


"What should I do?" Bella asked in a soft voice with a worried look in her face.


"Give it to her!" Garett said as he motioned his hand, signaling her to give the coins.


The white haired girl offered the small pouch with a light blush on her face, averting her eyes to avoid eye-contact.


"Thank you. I'm Niah by the way." The dancer gave her a kind smile and accepted the small pouch.


A beam of satisfaction formed in Bella's face and introduced herself as well.


"I'm Bella." She said in a slight diffident tone.


The singer turned her face to Garett and saw him with tears forming in his eyes, looking like a father watching her daughter fit in and improve in life. The leader may look intimidating and very strong at first, but he's actually a sensitive person with a soft heart. Bella then went back to Garett along with her new aquaintance, Niah.


It was passed noon and the leader finally allowed them to take a good look of the Solene Capital with a limited distance and time.


"Be careful and be back at 5 pm okay?"


"Well the boys should come with me. Bella and Niah go have fun!" Garett excitingly began to meander first bringing along the miserable Halt and Ben while Bella and Niah slowly appreciated the lively people and the fascinating view. Still somehow uncomfortable, the white haired lady hid behind the mage as they wandered through different stalls and shops. Various types of items were displayed in every compartment, Niah was so mesmerized by the products as if she had never been to another place in Orh besides her home. It was a lot cheaper than the other expensive items that was seen from the shops. Bella is frugal when it comes to her earnings which is why she only bought the ones that she really liked and products that can certainly come in handy in different occasions.


Following the path that they walked in, the deafening silence between the two eventually ended with Niah's laugh.


"What is that?" The dancer asked following another laugh as she pointed the item that Bella bought.


"It's a wooden scratcher. It's for Garett because he can't reach his back when it's itchy for him." Bella replied wearing a serious face.


What's with the laugh... The white haired girl curiously thought.


Niah tittered once more then pointed the other things that Bella bought and asked it's purpose.


"This is a liquid polisher for Ben and Halt and this is..." Bella paused for a short moment and gave a sad smile. "For my aunt."


The white haired girl noticed the heavy aura and described the item that she bought for her aunt.


"I bought her a brush because she has a very frizzy hair." Bella said, giggling softly.


"Where's yours?" Niah replied with a curious tone.


"Oh. I don't really have anything I need and want in particular." The singer said in a convincing and honest voice.


"Yeah but maybe you should think about yourself more." The dancer replied.


The simple yet stabbing words crossed through her heart, leaving her speechless. Bella was so focused towards others that she forgot to treat herself right. Looking at a mirror was something that she had never done in a long time. She did not care much about her appearance because of endless worries regarding her lost mother and maybe, other family members.


The purple haired girl gently scratched the side of her head, feeling disturbed by what she said. She did not know whether she said the right thing but it seems like it is not. Tears began falling from Bella's eyes as she laugh awkwardly.


"Haha..ha. I don't know what's happening. I'm sorry I think there's dirt in my eyes." Bella said, continuously wiping the tears from her face.


Oh noooo why am I crying, oh no oh no oh no.. Bella thought as her whole body was filled with embarrassment


The dancer was blank in mind, not having any idea as to how she can make Bella better. With a sensitive person and an insensitive person, these situations are truly foreign to them.


Another deafening silence occurred between them. Neither did not have the courage to engage a conversation, however, a flyer flew towards the dancer, covering her face. Without any vision, Niah tripped on a small rock and fell on the ground. The singer tried to detain her laugh at first but eventually blurted it out. The mage laughed along with Bella feeling quite relieved for not being able to see her in tears again.


Bella held out a hand and helped Niah stand from the ground. The large clock tower then faces at quarter to 5 and both ladies decided to go back to their meeting place. After a long walk, they finally arrived to the place, seeing the three other band members.


"Hmm.. You seem closer now, did something happened?" Garett asked with a curious face as he furrowed his brows.


Both women laughed together and looked back to their leader.


The bearded man gave them a kind laugh as well and placed out the thought of asking further.


"Anyway, I found a good Inn. It's pretty cheap but it seems cozy." He said as he pointed at the large, woody homestead.


The whole band then approached the cheap Inn and decided to stay in it for the night. They were used to sleeping in tents and camping outside whenever dawn comes which is why this is their first time staying in a cozy Inn with beds for each of them and a large room to move in of course.



As they put away their valuable items and clothes, Bella looked at Niah and both nodded, taking out the presents from her bag. She shyly gave it to the other members and the three rejoiced as each item was handed to them. Thanks to the singer's observant personality, it was very convenient for the three to have such a mindful member.


The sky finally turned dark and they all began heading to their beds. As the four band members fell asleep in an instant, Bella got out from her bed as Niah quitely watched her. She then went near to the window and gently opened it. A cold breeze passed through her pale skin and the beautiful view mesmerized her. The clouds were clear and the sky was filled with bright stars.


"I wish I can finally see you... Mother." She murmured under her foggy breath.


She rested in her arms and smiled through the thought of it.


After a moment of appreciating the view, Bella then gently closed the window and went back to her comfy bed. Niah immediately pretended to be asleep and waited for the singer to closer her eyes. The mage took a glance from the window and caught a glimpse of a wishing star. The kind purple haired girl then gently closed her eyes with a soft smile.


She never knew her mother? So there are people like that... I hope she finds her mother.
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Sarra Diphter​

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Location: Etvis Village, Aille​

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Sarra walked down the silent dirt roads to Etvis, a small farmers' village under the jurisdiction of Aille. She heard news of the town's predicament: a rare epidemic had struck the village, and most families fell ill by a fortnight. When details of the unfortunate incident reached her ears, the young lady could not sit idly by and wait. She had to help - even if it meant arguing with her father, again. Come night fall, she had her essentials packed for the trip. With her staff, Ophelia, in hand, and a cloak over her head, she snuck out of her room, and set out towards Etvis.

Fortunately, the village was a mere few hours to walk, no longer than two hours on horseback. She chose the former. Taking her stallion, Peria, would only notify her father of her escape much faster. At least if she managed to settle her urgent affair swiftly, perhaps her father won't question her of her activities. This would not take long, she thought. I'll be back in the city before nightfall. She huffed before continuing on her journey.

Few hours passed and Sarra reached the town gates. The air surrounding the town was choking her; an unusual silence filled the fields around her, and a feeling of desolation crept upon her entire body. She didn't like how eerie the town was, and the magic that coursed throughout the land was signaling her to leave.

She knocked on the rickety wooden gates to the town, no response. She knocked again, still no response. "Hello?" Sarra peered through the gaps of the gates. "Is there anyone there?"

Silence drew out for a few more seconds till she finally heard footsteps headed for the gate. Sarra let out a sigh, easing herself.

"Who is it?" An elderly looking man peeked out through the gaps of their badly maintained gates. His voice was muffled with his cloak covering his mouth.

"I come from the main house, sire," said Sarra, imitating the way the soldiers of the city spoke. "The king sent me to help you."

"The king?" asked the old man; his voice sounded sickly and weak without an arm concealing it. The gates creaked loudly, and he peeked to look at the visitor. A verbal hmph in disbelief spilled out of his lips. "Our king will never send just one soldier to help us! Who are you really? Pull down that hood of yours!" he demanded, burying his cane in the dirt.

Without hesitation, Sarra pulled down her cloak. Golden hair traced just below her shoulders, and an unmistakably oceanic glow hinted in her eyes. The village elder, upon recognizing who he was speaking to, dropped his cane and immediately opened the gates. The loud screeching wood of the gates prompted a few other villagers to exit their homes.

The village elder knelt down. "My princess!" he started, stuttering to find his words. "What are you doing here?"

The princess brought the elder back to his feet, and grabbed his hands. "I'm here to help," she said with a smile.

Sarra, who was revealed as the Princess of Aille, walked the quiet roads of Etvis with the village elder who introduced himself as Markauve. The princess's heart sank the further they went down the dirt roads, as the houses were gloomy; no signs of activity nor was there any liveliness in the faces of her people. They were suffering for Maphleim knows how long, and she never knew about it till today. A feeling of disappointment to her duties as princess crossed her heart and it made her grip onto her staff.

"How did this start?" she asked, prompting a halt to their tour.

"It was the Watchbournes, my princess. Their youngest boy died around two weeks ago. A hellish fever struck him at dusk; he was dead come morning. Ever since then, family after family became ill." Markauve paused, and tapped his cane, head bowing down. "We've lost twelve lives, my princess. Most being children."

Sarra was distraught upon hearing the news. She heard her heart break, but kept her sadness from showing. These people needed their princess strong, and that is what they shall get. "Who is your best Aillerin? What kinds of treatment have you tried?"

"That would be Luke, and he's already tried everything, but even his magic was not enough. He also became ill because he absorbed too much of the disease from his younger brother."

"Can you take me to him?"

The village elder simply nodded, taking the princess to a small hut at the furthest part of the village. "This is where he lives, princess."

She eyed the hut carefully, noticing its smaller size compared to the other huts, and an array of books could be seen through the open doorway. "Does he live alone?"

"No, he lives with his brother. His brother is the only family he has left. That's why he took the disease from his younger brother at the expense of his health."

"Oh. I see." They slowly walked through the open doorway; Markauve followed suit.

Articles of the continent's history of epidemics, books about the best medicinal herbs, and a grimoire of the more advanced healing magic were scattered everywhere. From the looks of things, the princess could tell Luke worked hard for everyone in the village, and she felt more compelled to help than ever. They stopped in front of Luke's room - which happens to be the only room in the house aside from the bathroom. Markauve knocked on door with his cane. "Luke, may we come in?" They heard a grunt that barely made an audible "yes" before letting themselves in. "Luke, the princess is here to see you."

Luke forced himself to get up, barely able to do so without Sarra's help. "I've failed my people, my princess." He coughed. His temperature was warmer beyond that of a normal fever, reddish circles formed under his eyes, and the color of his irises withdrew to a slightly gray hue.

Sarra placed a hand on Luke's shoulder. "No, you did not. You tried to help, and that's what matters," said the princess with a smile.

Luke nodded before continuing to speak. "This is not an epidemic we are dealing with, my princess."

"What do you mean?"

Luke mustered enough strength to speak clearly. "This is poison. The whole village had been poisoned."

The news disturbed the princess but she didn't let it show. "What made you say that?"

Luke merely pointed to an open book on a wooden desk. Sarra walked towards it, noticing that the open page was about the "River Sage Poisonings" during the Great War. The princess read this story before. It was when Kairo mages were sieging Shabolovska, a city in Wilhelmina. The Novushkuns threw what appeared to be smoke bombs at the mages, and retreated. Hours later, Kais felt weak, and unable to fight - one by one the symptoms spread among them like wildfire. They had red inflammation under their eyes, their pupils were dilated, and unusually high fever; all of which, Luke and villagers shared as well.

Aillerins at the time attributed the symptoms to an unusual case of flu. It was when a few members of the Kai died even after using remedy spells that they suspected that it was more than a complex type of flu. It was a poison, only one of its kind. By using the poison leaves of a River Sage, the Wilhelms were able to create a poison with flu-like effects, fooling the Aillerins. It took the Aillerins a week to figure out the cure: by getting milk from a D'mar, a deer like Egnarion immune to all types of poison, they were able to mild down the effects of the poison, enough for remedy spells to work.

Curing the townsfolk was possible. The princess sighed in relief. D'mars were a fairly common species of Egnarion found roaming throughout the continent. Luckily for the princess, D'mar sightings were abundant in the Astava Mountains - mountains not far from Etvis, and rich in medicinal herbs.

She closed the text and turned to Luke. "Are you certain River Sage is the cause?"

Luke nodded in reply. "Yes, my princess. I spent the night studying."

Markauve joined the conversation. "My princess, if what Luke is suggesting is true," he said, voice filled with worry. "Then, is a Novushkun responsible?"

The idea troubled the princess. A Novuskun within the jurisdiction of Aille? If so, then a Novushkun crossed the Thyrean border, traveled all the way east of Orh, and then attacked a village not far from Aille's mainland. Sarra shook her head, and the thought away.

"We have no time to think about that for now," said Sarra. "What's more important is that we save the village first."

Markauve merely nodded.

"Please watch the townsfolk while I'm gone," said Sarra, already on her way out.

Markauve bowed. "Yes, my princess, and may Maphleim guide you."

Sarra trekked the dirt paths along Aelia Plains; the knee high tufts of grass swayed in unison against the chill breeze coming from the east. The weather warned the princess of rain; clouds of grey were forming west of the mountains, and the winds became incessant each minute. The princess had to hurry. The plains would provide no protection from the elements.

No more than an hour had passed and the princess reached the base of the mountains just in time before the rain started pouring in. The roads of dirt turned to rockier ones; the valleys of grass shied away to thickets of oak and wood, giving the princess ample shelter from the weather.

The forest resounded with life: small critters climbed, and hopped from branch to branch; crickets echoed throughout; winged beasts flew above the tree lines, and a stream leading to the Vignis Lake flowed peacefully.

Sarra would take her time if she could, but her purpose served far more urgent than taking in the beauty of Harmonia. Slowly, she made her through the trees, careful not to step on pointed twigs. The path soon parted mid-way. To her right, it would lead to Herya, the House of Agricultural Magic, and to her left, a path that goes further up the extends alongside the mountains.

The choice seemed obvious to make.

After taking no more than five steps towards the side of the mountains, however, a bush behind her started to tremble. Immediately, she grabbed the latched Ophelia from her person, holding it in front of her, ready for an attack.

She’s heard of hostile egnarions frequenting the mountains in search of food. The most recent being a pack of Nir Wolves that made the Astava Mountains a hunting ground – far from their habitats around the grasslands of Cytir. Nirs were hound-like egnarions capable of changing the weather with their howls. Eilow attacks by Nir wolves were quite few but often resulted devastation.

Or it could also be the Novushkun trespasser, a far more frightful adversary.

She drew in cool air, feeling the intense chill coursing through her lungs. Her breaths became controlled, concentrating on the magic around her, filling the gemstone on top of her staff with essence – making it glow with an ethereal air.

The shaking of the bush intensified; the grip on her staff tightened.

“Ack!” A young boy emerged from the bushes, dropping face first to the ground. “Ow.”

The princess paused, still surprised. It took her awhile before relaxing the hold on her staff. “Are you alright?” said the princess, approaching the child.

“I’m alright.” The child sat on his feet. “I’m sorry for worrying you, my princess.”

The princess knelt down, checking the boy for wounds. “What is your name?”

“My name is Alvin,” the boy responded. “I’ve been following you the moment you left our hut, my princess.”

“Your hut? You’re Luke’s younger brother?”

Alvin nodded.

“What are you doing here?

“I can help you go around the mountains, my princess!” Alvin bolted up. “I know where the Dmar herd is!” he added.

Sarra considered her options: sending Alvin back in this weather would be far more dangerous than climbing the mountains with her.

The princess sighed, smiling afterwards. “Alright. You can come with me.” she said, extending an arm for Alvin.

“Okay!” Alvin grabbed Sarra’s hand.
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