Axiel had never seen anything the same. 

Aeltherion's capital arose in the heart of the ancestral forest as a dream carved in light. Crystal Palace and living wooden houses intertwined with huge roots and flowery vineyards. The bridges floated between gigantic trees, joining the city's high levels like a luminous silk web. 

Magic lights floated in the air like goldfish golden. The houses were curved, organic, breathing with the forest. Everything there was pulsed with an absurd harmony - between architecture, nature and magic. No stone had been put by violence. No flame on no ritual. 

- Impressive. Muttered Axiel, his red eyes reflecting the suspended crystals. 

Loriel floated next to it. 

- It's beautiful, isn't it? You still stink the cemetery, but at least now the scenario pays off. 

- This is not natural. 

- Of course. It's elf. 

Elena, with her nailed but haughty shoulder, rode in front of the remaining troop. Her silver hair was tied, her armor is glowing after the care of the healer. Behind her, the elves guards looked at anxiel with half -circled eyes, more fear than respect. 

They went through a large bow formed by two intertwined trees. On top, the kingdom of the kingdom: Two female hands holding a silver sheet surrounded by stars. 

- We are almost in the palace of the roots. Said Elena. - The queen will want to see me ... and see you. 

Axiel arched his eyebrow. 

- The queen? 

Elena nodded. 

- My sister. Aether van lanfoi. 

He stopped for a second. 

- Are you ... Princess? 

Elena took a deep breath. 

- I said "duchess". I thought this was enough. In addition to duchess, I'm a princess. 

- That means nothing to me. 

Loriel laughed in the air. 

- TSC, Tsc. He has never had an elven label classes. We will need to train this, Highness. 

The root palace was a living wonder. Built with the base on the trunk of a colossal tree, its corridors serpent upwards on leaf spirals, magic gold and translucent panels and crystal ceiling. 

Axiel entered the great hall next to Elena. Elves of all levels of the court stopped what they did. His presence was like a silent rupture. The armor gleamed. Arches were erected. Prepared enchantments. 

But then, a soft sound broke the tension. 

Barefoot steps. 

Aether van Lanfoi descended the steps from the throne of golden leaves. High, majestic, with light golden hair loose like a waterfall, and blue-blue eyes. She wore a ceremonial dress made of enchanted petals and light armor on her shoulders. With each step, the earth flourished. 

She ran to Elena and hugged her tightly. 

- Sister ... My heart felt her pain. I was in my dreams. You came back to me. whispered Aether. 

Elena smiled tired, but also emotion. 

- I'm alive. Thanks to the moon goddess and him. - And he turned to Axiel. 

Aether stared at him. 

The hall silenced. 

Axiel remained immovable, perplexed. 

- Sister ... he's a vampire. Said Elena. 

A murmur crossed the corridors. Some nobles retreated a step. An old counselor dropped a crystal. 

Loriel yawned. 

- Ah, the eternal drama of the elves. Wait only until they know that he also snorkers. 

Aether, however, kept his eyes fixed in axiel, and atonite seeing a fairy sitting on his shoulder. 

"A fairy ..." she said, in a soft voice. "I feel I already dreamed of you, Fairy." 

Axiel arched his eyebrow. 

- Serious? I hope it was a less talking version. 

- Shut your mouth. said Loriel punching Axiel's face. 

Aether smiled. A brief but true smile. 

- Even wrapped in darkness ... There is light in your trail. Fairies are well-written in our kingdom. They are maids of the moon goddess, our protector. This means that the goddess brought you to us. 

Axiel deflected his eyes, bothered. 

Loriel smiling on his shoulder. 

- You will see your destination has a high budget. 

Later, on one of the suspended terraces, Axiel watched the purple sunset over the infinite hearts. 

Loriel floated beside him. 

- Call yourself, piece of bad way. Here, the elves are matriarchal. The real lineage is always feminine. Aether has been the queen for 15 years. Elena is the youngest sister. Mestizo, same mother, different parents. If Aether dies without daughters, Elena will be next. 

- And the humans? He asked after all. 

- There is a lot in the continent. The most important is the Imperio Solarius. To the west of the continent. There are two great factions. The religious, commanded by the Church of the Sun God - their "purifiers", their paladins, and their "God of purification and judgment."And the securities: small federations and smaller kingdoms that do not follow the clergy, but tolerate their existence, in respect of the emperor. Both coexist in the same capital. Sometimes they get bound, but no wise emperor fights with the Holy Primate. A type of supreme priest of the church. Most of them use healing or purification spells. But the priests also do not buy a fight with the emperor. Even more so the current one is very secular. Her wife is a powerful ice magician, worshiper of the moon goddess. They say she has heavenly blood. 

- And where does the paladin come in? 

- Malak? He was from the church. But it is ... complicated. He is a champion. Famous. Killed many vampires and demons. And there's that damn sword with him. That disgusting thing. I didn't know she was with him. In the end, he became a symbol of faith against the "forces of evil." They say Malak has good moral code. I never saw him fight closely. 

Empire of Solarius - Human Kingdom. 

To the south, in the heart of the Empire of Solarius, Malak UG crossed the gates of the fortress of stone sculpted in the sacred rock. 

Guards bowed to their passage. He was more severe than ever. The scars burned - memory of the confrontation with Axiel. 

The young and firm voice called him: 

- Master Malak! 

A girl with olive skin and long curly braided hair appeared in squire costumes. The amber eyes shone. 

- It took Master. I thought the elves had turned you into a tree. 

- It wasn't this time, Aranna. Said Malak, with a slight smile. 

Aranna Al-Fayum, bastard daughter of one of the high priests, created by the warrior monks. Malak adopted as his pupil, when she was only seven years old. Now seventeen, she was fast, sharp, sarcastic. 

- What there was? 

- A vampire. A fairy walked with him. 

Aranna frowned. 

- Vampires do not walk with fairies. 

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