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It had been fifty years since the last western raid. Red flags with phoenix insignia were seen no where else across the realm except at the sky high volcanos in the Red Stoichi Villages of the Blazing Sun.

Dakyres from the other three Stoichi Tribes never dared near the Lava Sea let alone set foot on the red sands of the Red Stoichi Tribe. They were considered traitors, betrayers to their own existence.

The alliance between the westerners and the Red Stoichi Tribe dated back to days no one could remember. The Dakyres who knew were dead, well most of them were. The ones who were still alive were too disfigured to talk or traumatized to remember.

Fifty years and the people still suffered from the ruins of the last western raid, or hoist, as the people of the Blazing Sun had began to call it. Just to make fun of the agony other Stoichi Tribes had to go through every fifty years. Dakyres were immortal, but without the necessary nourishment of food and water they would die. They could live on for centuries in the right circumstances and add just a year or two to their lives, so fifty years was a very short time, a week if you were to compare to the mortal westerners who were relentless and invincible to whole lot of the Dakyrian population.

DELTA:
A VILLAGE IN THE BLUE STOICHI TRIBE OF THE DAKYRES OF THE CRESCENT MOON.

"You need to come inside, Faldrey. It's getting very late," Zaneri called out to her son from the balcony of their wooden cottage.

The Water Dakyres lived and associated in a very unique way, they lived on islands surrounded by sea. Each island was a village, and across every sea was another island which housed a Crescent Moon village. Faldrey and his family were from Delta village, the island closet to thick tropical rain forests of the Green Stoichi Tribe of the people of the Great Mustard Tree.

"But mama, the sprites are more active at night," Faldrey whined.

"I know, but it's not safe. Your sisters are already asleep, you should sleep too."

Faldrey stopped making the water sculpture he was creating, making the water splash all over and soak back into the soil. He skipped over to the stairs to plead with his mother to let him stay.

"I was going to ask the sprites to teach me a new water trick," Faldrey spoke with his soft voice.

He had just turned seventeen, despite his age he still had a joyful spirit like that of a child, and had no intentions of becoming a warrior like most of his peers. He paid more attention to healing and craft, practices considered to be the work of the female Dakyres with an affinity for water.

"But you're still learning the water sculpture, you haven't perfected it yet." She smiled, stroking the tender skin of his face.

Zaneri and her husband had two daughters and a son, but deep down within her, she felt she had three daughters. Faldrey looked just as beautiful as her daughters, with long, wavy, soft hair and cherry blossom pink lips. He was seventeen but hadn't started having any major male growth sprouts, like thick arms, broad shoulders or a firm abdomen. He had a slender figure like his sisters.

"Yes, but I've understood the whole concept of it already. I'm ready to learn something new." He countered.

Faldrey was the last among his sisters, they were both older than him. He was closer to his mum for many reasons: Lancelot, Faldrey's father always complained about his slender figure and long hair whilst boasting about how he had developed strong arm muscles by the age of twelve, he also tried to get his son to participate in male activities like hunting and fishing.

"Okay how about this, you perfect the water sculpture today inside the house, then tomorrow you can spend time with the sprites and learn a new craft."