Ashes ⇝Legolas

prologue

PROLOGUE
FLAMES AND FIRES

There was once a flame.

As bright as the sun and burning as molten gold, still shining upon its shape with all the coins, crowns and jewels. A flame that swallowed all who dared to step to oppose it, a flame that wild and free brought destruction at those who had made it that way- a flame of Edenon's mines of gold.

There was once hope as well.

For it had faded when all the gold turned to blood, when the rivers became as red as vine after a good harvest...when the ground soaked and littered with it became a carpet of blood. And when breeze even sang of that bloodshed. People of Edenon could not even begin to dream of what their destiny truly was and how unfairly had it shaped their future. In fire and ash before they knew, their home was crushed to the bare roots of its existence.

In that moment a song was born, as the flame swallowed their houses, burned their crops, killed their people. 'From ashes she shall rise. In fire she shall rule. To ashes she shall return.' As screams echoed painfully, tearing apart the last of still available armies Edenon had prepared, burning and blood that danced in malicious roots of the fire and masked attackers that, even if people began to escape, finished them to the last child.

To the last child. Except one.

She was a daughter of king and queen. A maiden of power so big many had feared, many men, kings and elves one day she would rise above all. Those who had caused the attack, those creatures of the dark none could ever give a certain name to had taken care of that as well. They had wiped the memory of barely a teenager, a hundred years old Nesryn Aenor of Edenon who then became a wandered of her own truth and a prisoner of her own despair.

From the age of dragons to finding of one ring, Nesryn had only wished one thing- to come back.

There was once a flame. For it is rekindled now.
There was once hope as well. For it is returning now.
And those who stand in its way shall burn, for it once happened to Edenon.