Ferimus was a happy-go-lucky, well-built satyr. Like others of his kind, he had a special bond with nature, he, however, was much softer than his brothers and sisters of the forest. He was fascinated by the plants, the wind, and the sky, which were as blue as his eyes. 

The satyr wanted to see the world and to be himself without being seen through the prism of his race.  With a thirst for adventure and light in his heart, he left the forest and found shelter in a human settlement ruled by the religious organization known as the Order of the White Crow. 

Ferimus, like many others, was aware of the most recent events. 

Riamidea, once a formidable sorceress, was assassinated by request of the leader of the Order of the White Crow, arch priest Vermilicus. 

They said she tried to get back a powerful grimoire that was sealed away to protect this world from a powerful demon. 

Death did not stop her, however, as she was later resurrected by an elder dragon of the Nightwing flight with whom her sister, Ramisallia the Dragon Witch, formed a pact. These two spelled trouble. 

Vermilicus aspired to become the most powerful lieutenant of the White Crow to rid the world of the night dragons. These creatures possessed the most vile forms of dark magic. In his new perfect world, he couldn't afford to have servants of these beasts. 

When the information of Riamidea's return reached him, he decided to drink poison to prevent his enemies from finding any clues as to where to find the keys to the ancient vault, keeping the cursed book hidden. 

Ferimus heard about all of that, but he wasn't even aware of what any of these people looked like, so he was blissfully ignoring it. After all, it would never affect him, would it? 

The Order of the White Crow entrusted him with the task of preparing flowers for the funeral of the arch priest, and he could only think about that. He was attuned to plant magic and was eager to show his skills to everyone.

Ferimus was nibbling on his healthy snack and pondering whether he should conjure some lilies or maybe roses as he heard a loud roar, followed with a ground trembling thump that knocked the pots off his shelves. 

“What's going on?” he thought to himself as he ran to the entrance of his workshop. He swiftly opened the door and became astonished.

It was a dark blue dragon with small white scales resembling stars. 

The satyr squinted his eyes and noticed that someone was sitting on top of it. The beast was right in front of the chapel where the funeral was supposed to be held. He had to do something. 

Like the good boy he was, he quickly skipped over the cobblestone and jumped between the dragon and the entrance. 

“Stop! You will disturb the rest of the deceased!” he said. Ferimus was terrified, but he mustered some courage to look up…and then he saw her. 

On the dragon's back was an elven woman with purple hair and a lilac skin tone. She smiled at him, and he saw that she had unusual marks on her cheeks. Her eyes reminded him of the ocean. He was awestruck, but he tried to return to reality.

She said, “That's the point!” playfully as she jumped off the dragon's back.

Ferimus saw that she wasn't alone. Another cute elf appeared right next to her.  This one had short, cherry blonde hair and joyful blue eyes. 

The satyr attempted to speak, but his protest was muffled by the sounds of approaching warriors from the Order of the White Crow. 

The general shouted, “Don't go anywhere near the arch priest, you fiends!”

 

The purple-haired elf gracefully twirled around and said, “Algiz, sweetheart, you know what to do.”

The dragon nodded. 

A sudden burst of fire engulfed the street. Some warriors were stopped by it, but not everyone. The beast spun around and threw them off their feet with its tail. The mighty wings of the dragon knocked down those who still had the strength to stand up. 

The Order of the White Crow's defeat left Ferimus in complete disbelief. He was faced with a grave choice and, of course, he did the most logical thing he could…

“Could I… would you mind if I joined you?” he asked.

“Join us?” the cherry blonde scoffed. “Do you know who we are?”

 

“I…”

“Oh, come on now, Ramisallia.” the purple-haired elf rolled her eyes and brushed a strand of hair off her face. “I'm pretty sure a satyr this cute wouldn't just ask such a question because he feared us, am I right?” she winked at him. 

Ferimus blushed. If one of them was named Ramisallia, then the other one must have been…

“You're Riamidea, right? I heard stories about you, I thought that maybe I could see the world with you since the people in here are so…” he stuttered.

“Incompetent?” Riamidea wondered. “If I were to live here, I would probably die again, and this time it would be of second hand embarrassment. Well then, it's your lucky day! We will show you what life is like when you're evil! Now be a good recruit and open this door for us before we pry it open.”

 

He obeyed her. 

Riamidea entered the chapel very smoothly. For a split second, he noticed her glancing at him. 

Ferimus had a feeling that he was probably making a mistake, but it was too late to turn back now.

Ramisallia followed her sister, and he noticed just now that she was being followed by three adorable elemental wyverns. 

The interior was quite dark. The only source of light was from the candles that were lit around the coffin. This chapel was not yet fully decorated, and it smelled like dust and mold. Despite this, it had some charm, with the beautiful stained-glass windows behind the altar. 

The ice wyvern helped Ramisallia put up a freezing ward at the entrance.  “I'll lock the door just in case.”

“What about your dragon?” Just as Ferimus finished asking his question, he realized how stupid he sounded.

“He's good at what he does, they can't harm him.” Riamidea answered. “Besides, do you think he would fit through this door anyway?”

 

“Like this, I don't think so,” he said, trying to salvage the situation. “Maybe if we enlarged the entrance…”

Riamidea snickered. “Doors are not among the things I would like to enlarge, I am not a carpenter.” She walked to the coffin and opened it.

Ferimus followed her and saw the arch priest peacefully resting inside. This was the first time he could actually get a closer look at him. He was taken aback by the man's appearance. He was an elf; however, he was partially covered in feathers and his feet and hands resembled bird claws. Somehow, he didn't imagine that the ascension of the arch priest would turn him into a literal white crow, he wondered what other secrets the order was hiding from them.

When Ramisallia caught up to them, she asked the satyr, “Do you know what we're here for?”

“The book?” Ferimus answered by asking a question. 

“Yes. The book.” The cherry blonde elf reached out and touched the side of the coffin. “He is believed to be the only person who knows where we can find it.”

“He's dead, though,” he said, crossing his arms. 

“And it just so happens that I was too, and I returned to life as a necromancer, you get it now?”

 

Suddenly, it all made sense to him, but he was terrified of the thought that the arch priest would see him there with his sworn enemies. He wasn't ready to face the most important person of the Order being alive once more. 

Riamidea noticed it in his eyes and asked, “Are you going to help us or not? You still have a chance to reconsider your participation in this. We will forget you volunteered, and you will return to your little home, safe and sound.”

The comfort of his current life was just one word away. He thought about it for a second, but he was too close to starting a fresh, exciting life filled with adventure, accompanied by two cute elves…

Ferimus shook his head. “No, I'm not going to give up now. I'll help you.”

Riamidea smiled widely. “Splendid. What should we call you, then?”

“My name is Ferimus.”

“Fine, Ferimus. When the arch priest awakens, he might be a little… agitated. We will need your muscles to restrain him in case things go south, understood?”

 

“Shouldn't be too hard.” It would be too hard. He just wanted to avoid looking weak.

Riamidea raised her right hand and a beam of ominous, dark magic emanated from it. The face of the arch priest turned blue, yet he didn't awaken.

“What happened? I was under the impression he would be alive.” The satyr was disappointed, but also relieved.

“When babies are born, they need a gentle spank to draw their first breath. Think about it like that.” Riamidea bent over the coffin.

“Oh, so you need to give him a gentle push?” Ferimus asked.

“Kinda.” She responded as she punched the arch priest with full force. He arose from the coffin, appearing visibly perplexed.

“What happened?” The arch priest asked. “Where am… what? It's YOU? But I saw your death! No matter, you will not put your filthy hands on the book, over my dead body.”

“Well, about that…” Ramisallia obviously wanted to make a joke.

Vermilicus put his hands on his chest. It had finally struck him. “You tainted me with your vile necromancy! The White Crow will no longer accept me as his lieutenant! The light won't obey me! You will pay for this!” He was mad, very mad. Things could get really ugly right now, but luckily, he didn't notice Ferimus yet. It was his chance to do something, to demonstrate that he had it in him to live the life of evil. He could almost picture himself as the evil overlord Ferimus. He would strike fear in the hearts of the enemies and maybe love in the heart of the necromancer…

However, the satyr didn't know how to be a bad guy. He thought that maybe he could try reasoning with the arch priest. The satyr approached the angry man, accidentally stepping on the end of his dark green cape and fell right onto him with a loud thump. 

The falling arch priest knocked over the objects that surrounded him and fell right into a cabinet, hitting a hidden button by an accident. The ground began to tremble, and the altar started rolling down, revealing a secret stash.

“No!” Vermilicus shouted. He desperately tried to get to the altar before his enemies do, but Ramisallia quickly trapped him in a circle of ice. 

“Go, get whatever is inside. I'll restrain him,” she said.

Riamidea nodded and took the items out of the stash. It was a large key and a scroll. Supposedly a map highlighting the location of the vault. 

“It was nice talking to you, but we have evil deeds to attend to,” she said. “Let's go, shall we?”

“Hey you! Weren't you on our side?” Vermilicus exclaimed at the satyr. 

Ferimus turned around and asked, “Huh? Which side is that on?”

“You will pay for this!” The arch priest attempted to break the ice prison, but it was too thick. 

The bad guys went out of the chapel. The Necromancer looked at Ferimus and smiled. “Not bad, as for your first day, I think I am going to like you.”

It seemed like their dragon had to fight even more guards, but he was victorious. The overgrown lizard jumped down from the nearest tower to collect his friends.

“Have you ever ridden a dragon's back before?” The purple-haired elf asked. Without waiting for a response, she continued, “There must be a first time for everything, right?” She winked.

“He's with us now, Algiz. Don't incinerate him… just yet.” Ramisallia gave the beast a gentle pat on the cheek. 

The women climbed onto the dragon's back and assisted their new companion in joining them. He clung to them, fearing falling off. 

They departed just as the arch priest successfully broke the ice. He ran out of the chapel and witnessed them flying away. 

One of his guards discovered him. “Arch priest! You're alive!”

Vermilicus was livid. “I can't believe it. This piece of shit betrayed us after we let him become one of us! I will have him beheaded, and the fur from his legs turned into a rug!”

“What happened?” The guard asked carefully.

“Our enemies resurrected me and are one step closer to finding the grimoire! We cannot allow them to go near it. Gather anyone who is able and willing and track them down. We will crush them to pieces.”