For Love and Duty
"I have asked the plants, but the plants do not remember. The plants have asked the rocks, but the rocks do not recall. Even the rocks do not recall." ~Jak and Daxter (Video game intro)
"Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something so long ago, that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder." ~J.M. Barrie
This story takes place in a fictional world and timeline. You'll see a mix of old world and modern things here that are not odd for them. (Like they travel by horse and carriage but they have tablets.) It is unique to the world where Skyelynn exists. Also, there will be any definitions of spiritual/supernatural terms at the end of the chapter that it first appears in, to avoid confusion from varied meanings. This story is partially pre-written and will be posting weekly. This is a slightly belated birthday gift for my fic sis and one of my pre-readers on this, Cullenlvr83, along with Maplestyle and LaMomo, and A Cullen Wannabe as my beta. I hope you enjoy!
The Time of The Last Blood War
The forests of Skyelynn burned. The trees crackled and split while the underbrush caught quickly, sending animals and familiars alike to the farthest reaches, hoping to find safety. The witches fought tirelessly to save as many as they could while the elves slaughtered mercilessly. It was a battle they couldn't win. Too many of their kind had been abandoned by the faeries, those sworn to keep them safe.
It was with this knowledge that the priestess began her incantation.
Betrayal flies fast on tiny wings
Watching our kind die from a far flung retreat
But our memory is ancient and our anger burns
Silent and stuck you will live with these sins
Until a time comes where one may make this right
Consigned to oblivion will be your plight.
Wind rushed towards the witch as she raised her hands, coming to a head when she clapped them. Blinding light flashed. When the darkness of night returned, the witches were gone. All that remained were a swarm of fireflies, their lights fluttering until one by one, they went dark.
familiar - An animal companion to a witch. They have superior intelligence and/or abilities due to their connection to the witch they're tied to and can live unnaturally long lives.