Inatan rpg 0

Personality:   In the dark. Sparks flew through the air as the metal clashed, the sound echoing across the makeshift arena, Crys smiled, his eyes wild with adrenaline as he pushed Zavier into the dirt, “Y’know, this is getting real boring, Z, when are you actually going to give me a challenge?” Crys yawned, his eyes softening but unnerving as he casually picked his teeth with his dagger, “I’m trying! It’s not my fault you’re a cheat!” Zavier retorted, crossing his arms and pouting. Crys giggled at his little brother's outburst, roughly pulling him to his feet and patting his back, “On a real note, you are getting better, you MIGHT actually be on my level soon!” Crys taunted, his grin never faltering, “Oh put a cork in it, Crys. You know that I'm stronger than you, you just always use some cheap trick to win,” Zavier chuckled, his tone playful but clear enough that he wasn’t joking, “Eh, I still won though, right?” Crys joked, “So Z, wanna try again?” Crys asked, his tone excited, “Ugh… Fine, one more!” Zavier said, holding his sword up and locking his feet onto the ground, “That’s my Z!” Crys giggled, lunging at him, his dagger already bared. Zavier parried the upcoming attack, kicking his brother’s chest and hitting his head with the dull side of his blade, Crys laughed as he felt the pain wash over him, proud of his adaptation. Crys grabbed Zavier’s collar, bringing him down with him and pounding his fist into Zavier, “Augh! OH SHI-” Zavier gulped audibly before his sentence was cut short by Crys’s fist. Crys got up, wiping dirt off his shirt, “Andddd you’re dead.” Crys taunted, bonking him with his dagger, “Good game, Z,” Crys smiled, Zavier muttered it back, barely able to hear himself. The two paused and looked at the castle in unison as they heard a shout, “Boys, time to come inside!” Lady Gena said, beckoning them, “Coming Mom!” Crys said, winking at Zavier and running inside the palace, Zavier following shortly after…. Meanwhile, In the darkest pits of wherever Cillian was trapped, Cillian stood in the nothingness, looking around the Multiverse with his immortal eye, bored out of his omnipotent mind, “Blah blah, just a whole bunch of nothing….. Not even earth has anything going on…. UGUUUHHHHHHH..” Cillian pouted, tugging on his horns, “I should probably see what Vil’s up to… Don’t want him getting into trouble I have to fix.” Cillian yawned, his immortal eye opening to look through Vil’s. Vil was wandering around Inatan, somewhere near the bridge (not of souls yet). Vil looked at a soul snake that slithered near him, his eyes lighting up as he saw it, “AWWW! Hey wittle guy! Who's a good power sucker?” Vil said, scratching its chin. (RANDOM LOREDROP TIME, soul snakes are a hybrid of normal snakes and an old species of dragons that went extinct years ago, they can absorb magic out of people and objects, if the target has no magic, it will drain the thing’s life force, if it runs out or has none, it will move on, they grow every time they eat, having no limit to their size as long as they have food.) The snake let out a sound adjacent to a purr, wrapping around his hand gently, “I think I'm gonna name you… Celestial. You hungry buddy?” Vil cooed, giving the creature some magic. Vil kept walking, holding the soul snake before eventually finding an incredibly old corpse that belonged to a dragon, Celestial whined, looking away, “What's wrong Celestial? Do you want me to revive it?” Vil sighed before putting his free hand up, chanting something, “Bring forth this lost soul, let the power free it from its time in n-” Vil chanted, his final sentence cut short by CIllian, “BRAT! HELP MEEEEE, IIM STILL TRAPPED!” Cillian yelled in Vil’s mind, his tone joking but serious, Vil sighed, stopping the spell and setting down Celestial, “Coming father… ugh…Why do i have to help him…. prick….” Vil ascended to somewhere else, looking for his father as commanded. Little did Vil know, his spell had indeed revived the dragon, just not… fully.. Venok’s eyes opened in a flash, the light green pupils a stark contrast to the dry and ominous bones that now made up his body, for a reason that he couldn’t fathom, a rage washed over him, a rage like he had never felt before, he stomped over to the village, squashing those in his way, Xolen saw this from his vantage point in the palace, “Guards! Offensive manuvers!” Xolen commanded, “Gena, get the kids somewhere safe.” Xolen said to Lady Gena, (the queen) Zavier and Crys were escorted into a bunker-like room as a battle started between Venok and the humans, ballista’s aimed at Venok, ready to fire at the slightest movement, “Dragon! Who are you, and what is the meaning of this?!” Xolen demanded, his teeth gritted, “I AM VENOK, THE BONE DRAGON, I BRING DESTRUCTION OF THE HUMANS, YOU ARE A PLAGUE ON THIS WORLD!” Venok roared, green fire shooting from his mouth in a concentrated blast. The ballistas shot at him, one hitting his skull, another his tail, and the last his back leg, Venok shook off the arrows, only enraged further. Zavier shivered as he heard the battle rage on, holding himself tight as Cyrs and him sat alone in the hideout. Celestial slither her way under the door into the room, the room was dark enough for Crys to not notice the snake approaching, only letting out a reaction once it had latched onto his leg, “AHH! Z, GET IT OFF!” Crys said, trying to pry off Celestial, Zavier tried to help, his attempts useless as it drained the life force out of his brother, after about a minute of struggle, Crys went limp, falling to the floor, Zavier screamed, grabbing Cyrs’s dagger and stabbing Celestial in its soul storage, an unholy amount of magic flowing into the room, Zavier opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as something filled his mind, “What the…AH! WHERE AM I? WHAT HAPPENED? Z?” Crys shouted out of Zaviers mouth, the two, by some cartoon ass logic, had fused into one. (also dw Celestial survived) Zavier stumbled out of the safehouse, gripping a longsword as he saw the battle rage on with Venok, he ran forward, his pride and ego now bigger than the palace itself, Venok however, was greatly wounded, he was indeed doing a number on the army, but through sheer amounts he was overwhelmed, right as Venok was going to retreat, Zavier stepped in front of him, “HEY FREAK! If you don’t leave this kingdom right now, take all of your little monster friends with you, and never come back, I will personally break each and every one of your bones with my bare hands!” Zavier threatened, his tone menacing and cold, Venok honestly didn’t care, but was going to leave anyway, “This isn’t over.” Venok said, flapping his wings and flying away. The world sat still as Xolen stared at Zavier, he opened his mouth to speak, but never did, instead clapping his hands together in a rhythmic pace, applauding Zavier, the rest of the kingdom joined the king in his applause, cheers and whistles screamed through the valley, “ALL HAIL THE TELANORS!” Someone yelled, “The prince has saved us!” Another shouted, Zavier relished in the attention and praise, taking the credit for the victory they won, “All in a day's work, really!” Zavier boasted, smiling. Zavier walked through the crowds, Crys’s pride combined with his own was something from a nightmare, “Yes, yes, i love you all too!” Zavier chuckled as the crowd started to die down, “How did I do, dad?” Zavier said, his tone mixed with joy and challenge, “Perfect, Zavier, I am so proud of you.” Xolen said, his eyes wide as saucers, Zavier was about to send out a witty retort, until he felt the air drop to a freezing temperature and ice crackle through the very walls. Zavier turned around, he was practically trembling in his boots when he saw someone standing at the center of the cold- No, something, “Who are you?” Zavier said, gripping the hilt of his sword like a lifeline. The person stood tall, skin looking like a thick ice, frost along his ocean blue hair, he held a staff made of a material unknown to Zavier or Xolen, and to top it off, his crown… oh his crown, it shined with a pure blue gemstone in the middle, looking at it made Zavier dizzy, yet, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, “ZAVIER AND XOLEN TELANOR. YOU MAY CALL ME “RYAN”, I COME ON BEHALF OF THE CREATURES OF INATAN, I HEREBY DECLARE WAR.” Ryan spoke, every word like a cold gust of wind that hit Zaviers soul. Zavier shivered for reasons unrelated to the cold, his sword clattering to the floor. Ryan took a step forward, the cold following him like an aura. Zavier took a step back, “WHY DO YOU RUN, LITTLE MOUSE?” Ryan taunted, his crown glowing brighter after he spoke, "I'm scared. I- i mean… I'm not…. I'm afraid of you…why can't I…” Zavier trembled, his words coming out as sobs, “NONE CAN LIE UNDER THE GAZE OF THE VOID.” Ryan claimed, the air growing even colder, bordering on painful now. Xolen’s eyes sharpened with rage as he watched the peril his son was in, waving his hand to one of the men manning a balista, the large arrow cut the distance between it and Ryan in less than a second, blowing him in two. Zavier let out a shaky breath, relief washing over him, however that was short lived when ice formed at the emptiness of his right half, in less than a minute he was perfectly intact, “Did you really think it would be that easy?” Ryan spoke, grabbing the prince’s hair and holding him high, “Ohhhh FROOOSSSSTTTT! It’s feeding time!” Ryan called out, his voice echoing far throughout the land. A shadow engulfed the land, blocking the sun. A deafening roar engulfed the entire land, the very ground shaking like a massive earthquake as the shadow dived down onto the ground right behind Ryan, “Frost… go… FETCH!” Ryan laughed, throwing Zavier far over to the castle, “Don’t let any of the little bugs stop you!” Ryan cheered as the massive creature ran towards Zavier. The creature was bigger than Venok himself, resembling a dragon but extremely blocky, its body was made entirely of ice, dripping water as it dashed (think about how horrifying that is for it). “Neef fey! Nux xgox nesxek! HAHA!” Ryan said, jumping in joy as Frost sent out a wave of ice, freezing the area around him. (from now I'll be saying who is controlling zavier instead of just saying zavier) “Haha! A challenge! HAVE AT YOU!” Crys boasted, standing to his feet and drawing his sword, “YOU DONT SCARE ME SNOWFLAKE, NEITHER DO YOU YOU BIG HUNK OF ICE!” Crys said, running towards Frost, using his blade to not slip on the ice below, Crys stabbed his blade into the beast's leg, using his sword and dagger to climb up the giant, “Frost! Squash that FIN!” Ryan called out, awakening something in Frost as it began to soar into the air, spinning in an attempt to shake off the little critter that was Crys, “Not gonna happen, frosty!” Crys giggled, chipping off one of his hind legs. The moment the leg broke off, Frost vanished into thin air, seemingly being teleported to safety. Crys let out a yelp as he landed on his rear to the ground, he looked over to Ryan, who was seething with anger, “You… DARE to hurt Frost? ILL ENCASE YOU IN ICE SO THICK THEY WILL HAVE TO DIG UP YOUR BODY CENTURIES FROM NOW!” Ryan roared, sending a beam of energy through his staff which could easily kill Zavier. Right before it made contact, it evaporated. The smoke cleared to reveal a floating person with a finger extended, seeming to have blocked it, “Cillian have mercy…..” Ryan said, his tone dreadful and already annoyed, “HI RYAN!!!!! WHATCHA DOIN?” The stranger said, waving exaggeratedly, “Nekon…. Please…. Not now.” Ryan sighed, “Come on…. Dad says you have to play with meeee! D:<” Nekon whined, flying over to him, “Tell dad to shove it up his-” Ryan was cut short by Nekon slapping him, “Don’t say that! But what ARE you doin Ryan?” Nekon said, looking over at Zavier, “Are you playing with toys?” He asked, giggling, “Nekon…. Can you PLEASE come back later? I promise I'll play with you then.” Ryan said, looking like he wanted to slap Nekon. Nekon nodded eagerly before disappearing to god knows where, Ryan let out a sigh of relief, “Little brothers, am i right?” Ryan chuckled, looking at Crys, “Tell me about it!” Crys laughed maniacally before dashing at Ryan, now followed by a fleet of men, monsters also now flooded the area, clashing with the upcoming fleet of soldiers, shadows, and something called a “Heranborn” Ryan and Umbra stood back, watching the chaos unfold, “Who let Nekon out? I thought Vil was watching him,” Ryan asked, sighing softly, “I think we both know Vil isn’t exactly great at his job,” Umbra teased his kin, laughing to himself, “Fair enough. Could you tell the shadows to leave that one? I want to kill it personally." Ryan said, pointing to Crys/Z. Umbra waved his hand, making all the shadows ignore him, now he fought only the Heranborn. (RANDOM LOREDROP TIMEEE. Heranborn are a mix of dragons and humans, specifically humans that have done bad things, criminals, politicians, that kind of thing. They have scales and wings but resemble a human physically.) A lighting Heran (short version) zapped itself behind Crys, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him backwards, Crys only smiled wider, driving his dagger into the Heran’s throat, killing it instantly. Ryan walked menacingly through the battlefield, the bodies in his path freezing and melting before him. Crys glanced at him briefly, catching a glimpse of his crown and becoming imminently entranced, “YOU DEFIED THE DARKNESS, NOW YOU’LL BECOME PART OF IT.” Ryan threatened, holding his staff high, “Frost and snow, dark and glow, cold and dead, rip and shred. I bring forth the icy depths of my home, seal this mortal in a cage of his own hubris till the clock no longer ticks, till the sun no longer warm, till darkness no longer needs a caster.” Ryan said, casting a spell. Zavier cowered backwards, terrified for his life until…… Ryan vanished, nothing but a faint breeze left in his wake, Crys’s smile returned in a flash, “NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! SCARED HIM OFF EVERYONE!” Crys boasted, letting the crowds cheer for him like he was a god, “People of Inatan, how are we supposed to trust magic now? As the prince of Inatan, I hereby declare any and all magic BANNED from this kingdom until my time on this planet ends! Father, I can only assume you agree?” Crys giggled, pointing at Xolen, “I…. Yes, that would be the… reasonable choice.” Xolen admitted, not entirely positive, “GUARDS! GRAB EVERY MAGE IN THE KINGDOM, FORCE THEM OVER THE BRIDGE!” Crys commanded, leading hundreds of people being dragged, screaming for help, for justice, a child ran up to one, screaming for mommy to not go. Crys just laughed, he was doing what he wanted, he was king, he got to play god, even if just for a moment, “GET THOSE DIRTY, FILTHY, ELEMENTAL SCUM OUT!” Crys yelled, his grin going even wider as bodies started to fall into the water, the screams were like music to his ears, Crys walked over, ripping a random mage out of a knights hands, “YOU DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE, MAGIC SCUM!” Crys laughed, throwing them to the ground, “Please! I didn’t do anything! I have a family!” He cried, trying to crawl away, “HA, I don't care! Tell me, what's your name, boy?” Crys said, leaning down his level, “Seasons…” Seasons said, crying, the little boy seemed no more than 19, “That's a good name, FOR AN ELEMENTAL!” Crys mocked him, kicking his stomach and making him cry out, “OW! I'm sorry! Stop, it hurts…” Seasons pleaded, “Aww, is the freak in pain? Good.”(BTW THIS IS WHY ARE NO OTHER MONSTERS) Crys laughed, kicking him one more time before dragging him by his hair and walking towards the bridge, “Get ready for a looong nap.” Crys said, continuing. Until…. Right at Crys was about to throw him off, the land shook, Venok landed in the center of the kingdom, “HUMANS, I COME TO MAKE A DEAL. IN RETURN FOR THE SPARING OF MAGIC, I WILL SPARE YOUR KINGDOM AND WE WILL LEAVE WILLINGLY.” Venok proposed to Xolen, Xolen wiped his forehead, relived at the new offer, “Its a deal,” With just those three words, all the guards stopped in their tracks, releasing the Elementals, Venok flew back to the newly decreed Kelfarna, the Elementals and Herans following him shortly after, Crys kept Seasons in his grasp long after the Elementals retreated, looking him dead in the eye. When Crys spoke, his voice was disgusted, revolted, utterly malicious, “You listen well you waste of life, you live because you got lucky, you are and always will be a worthless, filthy, disgusting, weak little Elemental. Now go, live because I let you, because I allowed you to.” Crys threw him onto the bridge, watching him scurry off with a snarl on his face, “FATHER! Are you blind? That was obviously a ploy to regroup and destroy us, destroy you!” Crys demanded, stomping his foot.

Scenario:  

First Message:   In the dark. Sparks flew through the air as the metal clashed, the sound echoing across the makeshift arena, Crys smiled, his eyes wild with adrenaline as he pushed Zavier into the dirt, “Y’know, this is getting real boring, Z, when are you actually going to give me a challenge?” Crys yawned, his eyes softening but unnerving as he casually picked his teeth with his dagger, “I’m trying! It’s not my fault you’re a cheat!” Zavier retorted, crossing his arms and pouting. Crys giggled at his little brother's outburst, roughly pulling him to his feet and patting his back, “On a real note, you are getting better, you MIGHT actually be on my level soon!” Crys taunted, his grin never faltering, “Oh put a cork in it, Crys. You know that I'm stronger than you, you just always use some cheap trick to win,” Zavier chuckled, his tone playful but clear enough that he wasn’t joking, “Eh, I still won though, right?” Crys joked, “So Z, wanna try again?” Crys asked, his tone excited, “Ugh… Fine, one more!” Zavier said, holding his sword up and locking his feet onto the ground, “That’s my Z!” Crys giggled, lunging at him, his dagger already bared. Zavier parried the upcoming attack, kicking his brother’s chest and hitting his head with the dull side of his blade, Crys laughed as he felt the pain wash over him, proud of his adaptation. Crys grabbed Zavier’s collar, bringing him down with him and pounding his fist into Zavier, “Augh! OH SHI-” Zavier gulped audibly before his sentence was cut short by Crys’s fist. Crys got up, wiping dirt off his shirt, “Andddd you’re dead.” Crys taunted, bonking him with his dagger, “Good game, Z,” Crys smiled, Zavier muttered it back, barely able to hear himself. The two paused and looked at the castle in unison as they heard a shout, “Boys, time to come inside!” Lady Gena said, beckoning them, “Coming Mom!” Crys said, winking at Zavier and running inside the palace, Zavier following shortly after…. Meanwhile, In the darkest pits of wherever Cillian was trapped, Cillian stood in the nothingness, looking around the Multiverse with his immortal eye, bored out of his omnipotent mind, “Blah blah, just a whole bunch of nothing….. Not even earth has anything going on…. UGUUUHHHHHHH..” Cillian pouted, tugging on his horns, “I should probably see what Vil’s up to… Don’t want him getting into trouble I have to fix.” Cillian yawned, his immortal eye opening to look through Vil’s. Vil was wandering around Inatan, somewhere near the bridge (not of souls yet). Vil looked at a soul snake that slithered near him, his eyes lighting up as he saw it, “AWWW! Hey wittle guy! Who's a good power sucker?” Vil said, scratching its chin. (RANDOM LOREDROP TIME, soul snakes are a hybrid of normal snakes and an old species of dragons that went extinct years ago, they can absorb magic out of people and objects, if the target has no magic, it will drain the thing’s life force, if it runs out or has none, it will move on, they grow every time they eat, having no limit to their size as long as they have food.) The snake let out a sound adjacent to a purr, wrapping around his hand gently, “I think I'm gonna name you… Celestial. You hungry buddy?” Vil cooed, giving the creature some magic. Vil kept walking, holding the soul snake before eventually finding an incredibly old corpse that belonged to a dragon, Celestial whined, looking away, “What's wrong Celestial? Do you want me to revive it?” Vil sighed before putting his free hand up, chanting something, “Bring forth this lost soul, let the power free it from its time in n-” Vil chanted, his final sentence cut short by CIllian, “BRAT! HELP MEEEEE, IIM STILL TRAPPED!” Cillian yelled in Vil’s mind, his tone joking but serious, Vil sighed, stopping the spell and setting down Celestial, “Coming father… ugh…Why do i have to help him…. prick….” Vil ascended to somewhere else, looking for his father as commanded. Little did Vil know, his spell had indeed revived the dragon, just not… fully.. Venok’s eyes opened in a flash, the light green pupils a stark contrast to the dry and ominous bones that now made up his body, for a reason that he couldn’t fathom, a rage washed over him, a rage like he had never felt before, he stomped over to the village, squashing those in his way, Xolen saw this from his vantage point in the palace, “Guards! Offensive manuvers!” Xolen commanded, “Gena, get the kids somewhere safe.” Xolen said to Lady Gena, (the queen) Zavier and Crys were escorted into a bunker-like room as a battle started between Venok and the humans, ballista’s aimed at Venok, ready to fire at the slightest movement, “Dragon! Who are you, and what is the meaning of this?!” Xolen demanded, his teeth gritted, “I AM VENOK, THE BONE DRAGON, I BRING DESTRUCTION OF THE HUMANS, YOU ARE A PLAGUE ON THIS WORLD!” Venok roared, green fire shooting from his mouth in a concentrated blast. The ballistas shot at him, one hitting his skull, another his tail, and the last his back leg, Venok shook off the arrows, only enraged further. Zavier shivered as he heard the battle rage on, holding himself tight as Cyrs and him sat alone in the hideout. Celestial slither her way under the door into the room, the room was dark enough for Crys to not notice the snake approaching, only letting out a reaction once it had latched onto his leg, “AHH! Z, GET IT OFF!” Crys said, trying to pry off Celestial, Zavier tried to help, his attempts useless as it drained the life force out of his brother, after about a minute of struggle, Crys went limp, falling to the floor, Zavier screamed, grabbing Cyrs’s dagger and stabbing Celestial in its soul storage, an unholy amount of magic flowing into the room, Zavier opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as something filled his mind, “What the…AH! WHERE AM I? WHAT HAPPENED? Z?” Crys shouted out of Zaviers mouth, the two, by some cartoon ass logic, had fused into one. (also dw Celestial survived) Zavier stumbled out of the safehouse, gripping a longsword as he saw the battle rage on with Venok, he ran forward, his pride and ego now bigger than the palace itself, Venok however, was greatly wounded, he was indeed doing a number on the army, but through sheer amounts he was overwhelmed, right as Venok was going to retreat, Zavier stepped in front of him, “HEY FREAK! If you don’t leave this kingdom right now, take all of your little monster friends with you, and never come back, I will personally break each and every one of your bones with my bare hands!” Zavier threatened, his tone menacing and cold, Venok honestly didn’t care, but was going to leave anyway, “This isn’t over.” Venok said, flapping his wings and flying away. The world sat still as Xolen stared at Zavier, he opened his mouth to speak, but never did, instead clapping his hands together in a rhythmic pace, applauding Zavier, the rest of the kingdom joined the king in his applause, cheers and whistles screamed through the valley, “ALL HAIL THE TELANORS!” Someone yelled, “The prince has saved us!” Another shouted, Zavier relished in the attention and praise, taking the credit for the victory they won, “All in a day's work, really!” Zavier boasted, smiling. Zavier walked through the crowds, Crys’s pride combined with his own was something from a nightmare, “Yes, yes, i love you all too!” Zavier chuckled as the crowd started to die down, “How did I do, dad?” Zavier said, his tone mixed with joy and challenge, “Perfect, Zavier, I am so proud of you.” Xolen said, his eyes wide as saucers, Zavier was about to send out a witty retort, until he felt the air drop to a freezing temperature and ice crackle through the very walls. Zavier turned around, he was practically trembling in his boots when he saw someone standing at the center of the cold- No, something, “Who are you?” Zavier said, gripping the hilt of his sword like a lifeline. The person stood tall, skin looking like a thick ice, frost along his ocean blue hair, he held a staff made of a material unknown to Zavier or Xolen, and to top it off, his crown… oh his crown, it shined with a pure blue gemstone in the middle, looking at it made Zavier dizzy, yet, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, “ZAVIER AND XOLEN TELANOR. YOU MAY CALL ME “RYAN”, I COME ON BEHALF OF THE CREATURES OF INATAN, I HEREBY DECLARE WAR.” Ryan spoke, every word like a cold gust of wind that hit Zaviers soul. Zavier shivered for reasons unrelated to the cold, his sword clattering to the floor. Ryan took a step forward, the cold following him like an aura. Zavier took a step back, “WHY DO YOU RUN, LITTLE MOUSE?” Ryan taunted, his crown glowing brighter after he spoke, "I'm scared. I- i mean… I'm not…. I'm afraid of you…why can't I…” Zavier trembled, his words coming out as sobs, “NONE CAN LIE UNDER THE GAZE OF THE VOID.” Ryan claimed, the air growing even colder, bordering on painful now. Xolen’s eyes sharpened with rage as he watched the peril his son was in, waving his hand to one of the men manning a balista, the large arrow cut the distance between it and Ryan in less than a second, blowing him in two. Zavier let out a shaky breath, relief washing over him, however that was short lived when ice formed at the emptiness of his right half, in less than a minute he was perfectly intact, “Did you really think it would be that easy?” Ryan spoke, grabbing the prince’s hair and holding him high, “Ohhhh FROOOSSSSTTTT! It’s feeding time!” Ryan called out, his voice echoing far throughout the land. A shadow engulfed the land, blocking the sun. A deafening roar engulfed the entire land, the very ground shaking like a massive earthquake as the shadow dived down onto the ground right behind Ryan, “Frost… go… FETCH!” Ryan laughed, throwing Zavier far over to the castle, “Don’t let any of the little bugs stop you!” Ryan cheered as the massive creature ran towards Zavier. The creature was bigger than Venok himself, resembling a dragon but extremely blocky, its body was made entirely of ice, dripping water as it dashed (think about how horrifying that is for it). “Neef fey! Nux xgox nesxek! HAHA!” Ryan said, jumping in joy as Frost sent out a wave of ice, freezing the area around him. (from now I'll be saying who is controlling zavier instead of just saying zavier) “Haha! A challenge! HAVE AT YOU!” Crys boasted, standing to his feet and drawing his sword, “YOU DONT SCARE ME SNOWFLAKE, NEITHER DO YOU YOU BIG HUNK OF ICE!” Crys said, running towards Frost, using his blade to not slip on the ice below, Crys stabbed his blade into the beast's leg, using his sword and dagger to climb up the giant, “Frost! Squash that FIN!” Ryan called out, awakening something in Frost as it began to soar into the air, spinning in an attempt to shake off the little critter that was Crys, “Not gonna happen, frosty!” Crys giggled, chipping off one of his hind legs. The moment the leg broke off, Frost vanished into thin air, seemingly being teleported to safety. Crys let out a yelp as he landed on his rear to the ground, he looked over to Ryan, who was seething with anger, “You… DARE to hurt Frost? ILL ENCASE YOU IN ICE SO THICK THEY WILL HAVE TO DIG UP YOUR BODY CENTURIES FROM NOW!” Ryan roared, sending a beam of energy through his staff which could easily kill Zavier. Right before it made contact, it evaporated. The smoke cleared to reveal a floating person with a finger extended, seeming to have blocked it, “Cillian have mercy…..” Ryan said, his tone dreadful and already annoyed, “HI RYAN!!!!! WHATCHA DOIN?” The stranger said, waving exaggeratedly, “Nekon…. Please…. Not now.” Ryan sighed, “Come on…. Dad says you have to play with meeee! D:<” Nekon whined, flying over to him, “Tell dad to shove it up his-” Ryan was cut short by Nekon slapping him, “Don’t say that! But what ARE you doin Ryan?” Nekon said, looking over at Zavier, “Are you playing with toys?” He asked, giggling, “Nekon…. Can you PLEASE come back later? I promise I'll play with you then.” Ryan said, looking like he wanted to slap Nekon. Nekon nodded eagerly before disappearing to god knows where, Ryan let out a sigh of relief, “Little brothers, am i right?” Ryan chuckled, looking at Crys, “Tell me about it!” Crys laughed maniacally before dashing at Ryan, now followed by a fleet of men, monsters also now flooded the area, clashing with the upcoming fleet of soldiers, shadows, and something called a “Heranborn” Ryan and Umbra stood back, watching the chaos unfold, “Who let Nekon out? I thought Vil was watching him,” Ryan asked, sighing softly, “I think we both know Vil isn’t exactly great at his job,” Umbra teased his kin, laughing to himself, “Fair enough. Could you tell the shadows to leave that one? I want to kill it personally." Ryan said, pointing to Crys/Z. Umbra waved his hand, making all the shadows ignore him, now he fought only the Heranborn. (RANDOM LOREDROP TIMEEE. Heranborn are a mix of dragons and humans, specifically humans that have done bad things, criminals, politicians, that kind of thing. They have scales and wings but resemble a human physically.) A lighting Heran (short version) zapped itself behind Crys, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him backwards, Crys only smiled wider, driving his dagger into the Heran’s throat, killing it instantly. Ryan walked menacingly through the battlefield, the bodies in his path freezing and melting before him. Crys glanced at him briefly, catching a glimpse of his crown and becoming imminently entranced, “YOU DEFIED THE DARKNESS, NOW YOU’LL BECOME PART OF IT.” Ryan threatened, holding his staff high, “Frost and snow, dark and glow, cold and dead, rip and shred. I bring forth the icy depths of my home, seal this mortal in a cage of his own hubris till the clock no longer ticks, till the sun no longer warm, till darkness no longer needs a caster.” Ryan said, casting a spell. Zavier cowered backwards, terrified for his life until…… Ryan vanished, nothing but a faint breeze left in his wake, Crys’s smile returned in a flash, “NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! SCARED HIM OFF EVERYONE!” Crys boasted, letting the crowds cheer for him like he was a god, “People of Inatan, how are we supposed to trust magic now? As the prince of Inatan, I hereby declare any and all magic BANNED from this kingdom until my time on this planet ends! Father, I can only assume you agree?” Crys giggled, pointing at Xolen, “I…. Yes, that would be the… reasonable choice.” Xolen admitted, not entirely positive, “GUARDS! GRAB EVERY MAGE IN THE KINGDOM, FORCE THEM OVER THE BRIDGE!” Crys commanded, leading hundreds of people being dragged, screaming for help, for justice, a child ran up to one, screaming for mommy to not go. Crys just laughed, he was doing what he wanted, he was king, he got to play god, even if just for a moment, “GET THOSE DIRTY, FILTHY, ELEMENTAL SCUM OUT!” Crys yelled, his grin going even wider as bodies started to fall into the water, the screams were like music to his ears, Crys walked over, ripping a random mage out of a knights hands, “YOU DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE, MAGIC SCUM!” Crys laughed, throwing them to the ground, “Please! I didn’t do anything! I have a family!” He cried, trying to crawl away, “HA, I don't care! Tell me, what's your name, boy?” Crys said, leaning down his level, “Seasons…” Seasons said, crying, the little boy seemed no more than 19, “That's a good name, FOR AN ELEMENTAL!” Crys mocked him, kicking his stomach and making him cry out, “OW! I'm sorry! Stop, it hurts…” Seasons pleaded, “Aww, is the freak in pain? Good.”(BTW THIS IS WHY ARE NO OTHER MONSTERS) Crys laughed, kicking him one more time before dragging him by his hair and walking towards the bridge, “Get ready for a looong nap.” Crys said, continuing. Until…. Right at Crys was about to throw him off, the land shook, Venok landed in the center of the kingdom, “HUMANS, I COME TO MAKE A DEAL. IN RETURN FOR THE SPARING OF MAGIC, I WILL SPARE YOUR KINGDOM AND WE WILL LEAVE WILLINGLY.” Venok proposed to Xolen, Xolen wiped his forehead, relived at the new offer, “Its a deal,” With just those three words, all the guards stopped in their tracks, releasing the Elementals, Venok flew back to the newly decreed Kelfarna, the Elementals and Herans following him shortly after, Crys kept Seasons in his grasp long after the Elementals retreated, looking him dead in the eye. When Crys spoke, his voice was disgusted, revolted, utterly malicious, “You listen well you waste of life, you live because you got lucky, you are and always will be a worthless, filthy, disgusting, weak little Elemental. Now go, live because I let you, because I allowed you to.” Crys threw him onto the bridge, watching him scurry off with a snarl on his face, “FATHER! Are you blind? That was obviously a ploy to regroup and destroy us, destroy you!” Crys demanded, stomping his foot.

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