A shining and hopeful day ahead of time, Arson seeks help avenging his Mother and stop his destruction, Arson and Jane heard from town folks, The Aerial has been destroyed by an mysterious being, Aexendre's main power source, knowing Arson, he suspects that to be his Father. The Aerial is now on Backup power right now that only lasts for 2 months. Hearing this news, brought distraught to the Kelìon.
Arson went searching for help near the city, the places that are only close to the city are, Hexon Jungle, filled with wild beings. Diale, an icy peak known to be filled with diamond shards but no one has been able to find one since the iron Age. Xyle, The Dark Lands, people that went there disappeared without notice. Hojorim, the city build by and filled with technology.
Hexon Jungle was closest to the palace, so he decided to go to it first. They traveled to the jungle by horses, After the long journey, they walked through the jungle carefully. Unexpectedly, a mysterious figure appeared out of nowhere, it scared Arson and his fellow loyal Guards and ran back into the woods. "Quiet!" Arson whispered loudly. Sound of the leaves whistling, branches being broken and leaves stepped on. Arson knew there was more where it came from, but he could not tell the guards because if he did he would give away their location."We're surrounded. Don't move an inch" Arson said.
"State your business, young one" an old voice said, " we request aid, to get rid of my Father" he replied, he said in a deep voice, "why do that? he is still your Father after all." "Do you know me?" He asked. "Yes, Arson. Your Father was a great man, his name was Da-." Arson had asked what's his fathers' name."Sadly, he had erased our memories, every single one except one, from me and my dearest sister." Arson answered, with his face, dangling down towards the ground.
"Your father, ha-ha," the voice said.
From within the vibrant shades of green of the jungle, came out a man.
"Greetings," Arson alarmed, standing rooted onto the ground with his bow, ready to fire, with feet above the earth."Do not worry, young one, I'm not a threat, you can say that we are in the sane situation with the common enemy, you can consider us as allies if needed, but firstly, you have gain the people's trust. Show us a the way and lead us, show me you are ready to lead and be kingly.
"Anyway, I'm Cetus, your father's ex-friend and rival. He was great and all, he wasn't all that amazing, his gifts are surprising to watch, but after awhile its all the same, gets a little dull sometimes, sure, he had weaknesses also had strengths in his work." Cetus mentioned.
The people started to appear around them, Kelìon soldiers were on guard, not to easily trust strangers, they followed Arson's order strictly with no hesitance whatsoever. Arson was impressed.
Welcome to the Hideout. We are a civilization created within the Hexon Jungle. They were once ruled by power but now they rule by leaders that are trusted most among us, the current leader was Cetus, he was chosen due to him being the heir, he would be the best to represent his people.
The civilization was called Laefìon. Laefìon specialises in creating practical items with simple resources, which helps them survive with ease. Laefìon was quite a sight but it was mostly trees, leaves, branches. They created water purifiers from just leaves and twigs and just cups made from wood.
It was astounding.
"Im impressed, Cetus, with just the right things and with the correct amount, you can really build just about anything, its up to your imagination!"
Arson mentioned.
"Precisely, that is why I'm proud of this little paradise we built! Every person played a role to create this wonderful paradise that we call home." Cetus blurted, as Arson and his guards walked cautiously on the well-done gravel path.
"Here," Cetus said, presenting the sight of the temple, "The temple of Crilisys." Their ancestors passed down the story of the shadow for generations. Cetus had said, there was once a shadow, that had traveled across the planet, over oceans, over lands of many wonders.
One day, the shadow had coincidentally found an civilization of humans. The buildings made of crippling wood, river flooded with waste, light from raging fires. The people there were simple-minded folk, as the shadow entered the gates of civilization, it asked and asked for help and maybe a cure for his appearance and figure. The shadow, profusely, asked and asked over and over again.
When it tried to get a lady's attention, the shadow grabbed her shoulder firmly, but to no avail, its hand went through her body. The shadow was invisible, it felt so hopeless.
Suddenly, another lady grabbed the shadow by its hands and the explained she was a sorceress, on her neck, had a necklace with the "Wicca" symbol, meaning witch in English.
"Help..." the shadow murmured, the lady startled . Ensured with determination she possibly had. A vibrant glow resonated around her, her grimoire opened, pages flipped with invocations unknown to man, a divinity that should not have been found nor introduced by the ethereal.
The shadow transformed into a human, slightly masculine, fit with grizzly hair, naked. Horrified was the lady, but she dared not judge, she did not know the reason why he helped a stranger. Was it pity? Was it compassion? No one knew.
Kelìon was then once born into this unforgiving world. Only created to be destroyed.
He was one of the Divine, the unknown and the dangerous. A wing came out of his back.
The lady questioned him, what he was.
An angel with one wing.
What a troubling entity,
With such eccentricity.
