E·ly·sian
/iˈliZH(ē)ən,eˈliZH(ē)ən,iˈlēZH(ē)ən,ēˈliZH(ē)ən/
adjective: Elysian
relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.
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APRIL 09, 2021 - JULY 20, 2021
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KING REGIS
THE Lucian King knelt in the middle of the worn down temple, moonlight shining through the opening above them. The altar was surrounded by numerous statues, damaged by the years of neglect. The royal only hopped that at least one would answer his call for help. Even after the majority of the Astrals fell, he knew they still lingered, watching them through the heavens.
This was Lucis' last hope. King Regis didn't how long they would last with fighting off Niflheim. Emperor Aldercapt's forces grew bigger day by day and the Kingsglaive can only fight off so much. King Regis' hope dwindled by the minute, as he waited for an answer.
He wondered if he recreated the ritual wrong, or if they lost all care for them. The Elysians were known as compassionate beings, being more fond of the mortals than the Astrals. Despite that, they served as the Astrals' herald, their helpers for whatever the divine beings needed.
Just as King Regis was about to stand and leave, a bright beam of light filled the dark room, blinding everyone in attendance. Once the light died down, a woman stood before him. Her wild red hair floated around her like a halo, her eyes glowing brightly as she stared down at him.
Her statue did not do her justice. She was much more ethereal and powerful in person, a rare opportunity to witness. Ilya, the first of the Elysians, stood before him. Stories were written about her feats in battles, people sang about her kindness and compassion, she was the best King Regis could possibly ask for.
"King Regis" she spoke as the aura around her died down, her hair laying limp around her shoulders. As the brightness in her eyes disappeared, revealing her silver eyes.
"It is an honor to have you answer my call" King Regis said as he bowed his head, relief washing over him "And to have you, out of all Elysians, is a blessing I am not worthy of"
"The honor is all mine, King Regis. I hope I can aid you in whatever endeavor requires my presence" she said, eyes kind as she placed a comforting hand over his shoulder "And you are too kind, I am merely one Elysian. I can only do so much"
"You are Ilya, the first of your kind!" King Regis said as he rose his head in surprise, as if her words of humility offended him "Stories about your kindness were written about you, songs about your bravery were sang about you! You are just not an Elysian, you are the Elysian"
"You flatter me, King Regis" Ilya said with a faint smile, as he urged the King to stand. The fact that he was on his knees made her uncomfortable "Now tell me, wise King, what is that you need me for?"
ILYA
She stared at her pinky, intently at the red string that wrapped around her finger. A thousand questions ran through her head. How old is he in this lifetime? Is he well? What is he up to now?
