The royal palace of Elevnia was originally built in the city of Zienwal until the war with the human realms where the city was sacked and then destroyed by fire. Since then the remaining members of the army along with those who luckily to survive the sacking Zienwal where any living being of none human birth where brutally killed had abandoned the city giving it the new name of Elf’s bane. Since then the dark elves along with the wood elves had turned a small village into there new hidden capital city of Ravenscorft.

When kalian had awakened she decided that she would stand on the balcony that looked down into the throne of Naruon. Hoping that she staid out of the sight of the king who still meant her harm to her knowledge. Then her gaze was fixed upon movement below where she stood.



Naruon’s eyes glimmered with wonder and malice for he was in deep thought of what the words that had come to him. Early that morning he had been given a message from a being unknown with the royal crest of the royal family of Fallean upon it. It was a request to have an audience with him and after sending a reply that he would see her upon this day along with asking for the court to assemble for no human had come in such manner since the diplomat of Fallean under the orders of the mad king had come to declare war upon Naruon's father.

He turned his head to look upon Lucia “come and sit beside me” she blinked for that meant sitting on the throne that was reserved for the queen. Wondering why she stood from her chair to walk to the throne beside Naruon’s throne. As she past him, he whispered to her “listen, I need to spin a lie to foul the human and I do desire you to be at my side” she smiled as she sat down on throne.



It had taken a few months for her to arrive in which time she had become a fully grown woman. The journey had been upon a ship crewed by sailors who had been given her the respect of her title and position as crown heir to the throne of Fallean. Though her mind raced with wonder and confusion for she had believed like most of the world that the people of Elevnia where hidden or destroyed.

She had seen the new and thriving peoples of Elevnia. Upon seeing her many of them drew weapons towards her until she was brought to the palace by the guard to talk to the king.



Naruon stood from his throne, he was surprised to see that the human was no servant of the mad king or the king of Vailiania. When he spoke his words echoed with hatred towards the human “a human that stands as bold as any human soul of her kin. None of your kind know of my or my peoples continued existence so I will make you swear upon the soul which you demons have inside you to keep them my kinds existence secret from your human friends but now I shall demand the knowledge of what you have come here for?” Ignatia kept quite. His hatred of humans was clear to her though to her lessons of history taught by Gregor he had many a reason to hate humans but Gregor told her that the dark elf that stood before her was believed by all the humans to be bead.



Ignatia words came rushed and hurried “I have come across the sea from my home realm of Fallean” Tariel looked straight at her. Her eyes became frosty “your realm is that of our enemies past why should I not where you stand for the sins of your people against us” Ignatia continued with worry in her words for she had no weapons if they decided to attack her “I know that you have hatred for us but let me speak to you. My father is the current king of Fallean, Aragon the blood haired king. At the moment his is gravely ill with poison I have come to ask for your aid and that of Laraniel to save his life which if you do then we will give your kingdom back it’s glory of old and if not then I shall make Fallean declare war upon you and we will slaughter you all” a cold laugh came from Naruon.



The laugh did not reach his gaze as his wrath came from his heart “you dare threaten me when you plead for my subjects aid, if you desire your continued life then leave this realm never to return” he fell silent as the doors of the palace slammed open.



“It appears that your wrath that came from the war and my apparent death has inflamed your heart but still it is good to see you again my dear...brother.”

He had been left upon the ship that had brought them both of Elevnia but upon her living the ship to ago a shore the crew started to look murderously towards him. Rilien had many fights with members of crew for he had seen it’s duty to protect Ignatia from them who wished nothing but harm upon her beauty.

Wounds which he had received from his torture had become infected but with minor health potions he had been able to hide the black eyes and minor wounds from her, though a recent wound on his torso which had bleed the shirt he wore.



Sudden look of surprise fell over him to see Rilien and also that of Ignatia. Rilien was the twin brother of Naruon and only older than he by an hour, he had disappeared after the death of their father Morcion. Upon a ship bound for the coast of Fallean was where he had last seen him but only to hear the news of the ship that had held his brother had been claimed by the sea. Searching across the coast line they found only wreckage and the dead of the ship but no sign of his brother. Believing he was bead Naruon had taken his place as Ruler of Elevnia believing his brother bead.



Ignatia looked back at him “you did not tell me that you were a prince?” he smiled at her fixing his red eyes upon her “what would you have done to me if you had known of heritage that my blood carries. Decides I” as she turn to fix her eyes upon Naruon he pressed a hand on his torso, the wound was starting to bleed through to his leather breast plate.



For a moment silence until he spoke to her “my gratitude to you for bringing my the long awaited return of my brother who I believed to be bead. To show my gratitude I will spare your life but not only that I will send my spies to Fallean to see if what you say is true and I will decide what to do” as he finished speaking he noticed that was Rilien was doubled over with pain. All of the sudden all the pain of Rilien’s wounds and the infected state of it had taken its toll at long last upon him.



His legs fell from under him to a lie curled on the floor. Ignatia was terrified as she did not know that Rilien’s wounds had received where she believed to be healed for that is what he had told her. It would explain why he refused to remove his robes in her presence.



Under the belief that Ignatia had poisoned Rilien thus crippling him he raised his arms, red light started to glow around his fingers. Few remembered the fact that he had the gift of magic as he rarely used it “I may not be as skilled as my brother but I have power to slay thee” he hissed as he sent the light towards Ignatia as Lucia cried out his name. She feared the spell would slay himself instead of killing the human that stood before them.



She was taken off her feet to lie upon the stone floor. The heart inside her chest stopped beating for a moment as the red light sank into her chest to kill her, permanently.



Gasping Naruon staged back with Lucia grabbing hold of his robes to stop him from falling back. He looked upon a gingered hair elf but before he could say anything to her, she arose from her chair to walk over to Rilien a thought full look upon her face. The name that she had given was that of Alya. She was one of the few to escape the tower of eclipse where she had been healing many of the wounded warriors of her army. A scar on her eye came from a mage which had shoot a fire battle at her eye though she had managed to save the sight in her eye but had not removed the scar.

Alya examined both Rilien and Ignatia before saying to Naruon “your brother is not bead nor is the human you were so eager to kill. Rilien is though gravely wounded I will need to heal him immediately to save his life and the human is only paralysed. What do you want to do with her?” Naruon blinked recovering his strength before giving her answer “I will keep her alive until my spies return then I will kill her but Alya save my brother.” she bowed to him “as you wish my king.”



To lie upon a bed with heart beat slowly coming to her form was not what Ignatia expected for she thought that her life was over. She was glad that she was not bead but she could not move any part of body apart from her eyes which looked around at the room which was in. Her mind raced with the knowledge that Rilien was a prince and she wanted for reasons unknown what she wanted most was to speak to he.