Evolve: Chapter 3 Part 4/End

Nexyl

Nexyl mastered a lot of the basic spells his brother showed him and after lunch they were to build the portal from the library to Nexyl's closet. He was really excited about that. He didn't want to have to resort to going all the way out to the garden and touching his great-great grandfather's statue right in the middle of his crotch area. It was not a place he wanted to touch, especially not on a male family member. 

Nexyl knew his brother was open to that sort of relationship. He didn't think his brother was only interested in men, just that he found someone to be with and that that love was all he needed in this world. He knew his brother found women attractive, and if he had found a female to be with, then he would be with her rather than with that Dwarf. Well, a Dwarf. He wasn't sure if it was that Srel person or someone close to Srel. He just knew that Venril's lover was a male Dwarf in the West where he usually goes and visits his friend Srel. He didn't know much, just that he suspected it might be Srel.

Nexyl was not a fan of Srel. He thought Srel had a short temper and was too fond of the Dwarves. He never liked to look down on others, especially other races who he felt had no equal status in the Kingdom. However, he was not going to judge his brother or butt into his personal affairs. It was not his duty to do so so there was no need to.

Venril came back from his portal in his room and smiled. "Okay the portal for you in the library is ready. Now just need to connect the one in your closet to that one." He said before he forced Nexyl's hands onto the portal's sides and supported his back. "Now, concentrate on the portal downstairs, the one near the left bookcase, picture it and then put all your energy and magick into this one and the connection should be set." 

"Should be?" Nexyl questioned looking confused and worried.

"Yeah, it worked for me and the connection helped. And believe that it is possible, hold that thought and don't let go. Okay?"

Nexyl looked nervous before he sighed and closed his eyes. "Yes." He then thought of the portal, even though he hasn't seen it before and pictured it in his mind. His Elf light glowed brighter and his hands looked like they were on fire or the flesh was burning off with steam arising from it. His energy was strong and his magick was young but able to grow quickly and with that the portal was opening and the hazy purple and blue colors were forming inside the rims of the frame his hands were placed on. He could feel Venril's hands supporting him. It was a good thing Venril was there otherwise Nexy would be pushed back by the force of his magick and thrown into a wall. He wondered how his brother did this alone and he knew that he was not about to be second in comparison to his brother. With that resolve his portal was forming and he was creating his own portal and when he was almost spent of energy, he let go and thankfully he finished it because he was not sure he had enough energy to do it a second time. 

After a few breaths and his brother catching him as he felt back he looked up at his brother curiously. "So why did I have to do that?" 

"Because now it is your portal, no one may enter it without your guidance first." Venril said with a smile before he picked his brother up and set Nexyl on his bed opposite from the closet in the middle. "Now just rest a while and you should be back to normal. It took a lot out of me too." He said with a smile and knelt down by his brother's bed and laid his head on the sheets as he watched his brother to make sure he was alright. 

Nexyl smiled and he reached his hand up and started to pet his brother's head. "Thank you." He said with a smile. "When do you leave today for the Dwarf village in the west?" He asked looking a little sad he'd have to be parted from his brother for a few days.

"I was going to leave after I helped you with the portal. If you want to stay till your energy has come back I will." He said holding onto his brother's hand to stop the petting as well as comfort him. "It's alright, you can leave when you want. It shouldn't be long till I am up and running again." He said with a smile. He glanced over at the portal and smiled. "On your way out though, can you close my closet and make sure it is hidden from my servants?" 

"Of course. I'll be sure to do that. Rest for about an hour or two and you should feel better." He said with a smile before he stood up and kissed his brother on the forehead. "Take care brother, I'll see you within a week or two." He said sweetly with a caring smile.

"Likewise. Have fun." He said with a sweet smile back and went slowly to sleep to rest.

Venril smiled and walked to the closet and closed the doors and then he looked back before he left his brother's room and smiled one last time before closing the door and told the servants not to disturb him for a few hours. 

Venril

He finished packing hours ago and was ready to leave, knowing very well he should considering it would get dark soon. He grabbed his sack, archery equipment and sword, a few snacks for the journey and left the Kingdom. When he was far enough from the walls of the Kingdom, he started to teleport little by little till he was halfway to Srel's village. It took him until dark to reach to the halfway point which was usually marked by Srel and him as a very obscure looking tree that twisted around in the ground and bore a oddly shaped burn mark in the center of its thick trunk. He always wondered about the mark and where it came from. He and Srel talked about it numerous times about where it originated from and Srel's theory was a torch. Of course, he always picked torches as his main answer for burn marks. It would strike Srel in the pride to see Elven magick for the first time. 

Venril smiled and looked down at his hand. It was growing darker as the shadows begun to form around him from the setting sun. He loved nightfall. It was the perfect time of the weather for him and the most enjoyable moment of the day. He was always a night owl and knew very well that if he could have it his way, he would wake up at night and sleep during the day. During the summer that is. So far, he never got that opportunity with his stiff schedule as a prince. He sighed and walked a little ways to get his energy back up so he could continue teleporting.

He was tired and needed to rest. He knew it would take a few more hours before he was even close to the village, however, his excitement was growing the more he got closer to see Srel. He couldn't wait to see Srel and finally get a chance to be with him again, let alone tease him for all he was worth. Venril smiled and remembered moments where teasing Srel was difficult because Srel was not in the mood to even be teased. Typical for a dwarf, always ending the conversation short. Venril gasped before he laughed finding the pun way too amusing to pass up. It was too easy to make short jokes and puns, especially when considering his friend.

However, his friend was not the typical Dwarf, he was taller than the rest which made Venril happy. Srel would be easy to spot in a crowd of Dwarves let alone in general. He wondered about Srel and his family lineage and why Srel was so much taller than most Dwarves. It was too weird to have a Dwarf so tall. His entire family was like that. Even his father was tall. His mother was quite stout but didn't eat much so her weight was usually thin and much more lankier than that of a normal Dwarf. Venril thought at one time that Srel might be a Half-Dwarf. It wasn't a common thing but he did read about it once or twice from his grandfather's stories. However, a Half-Dwarf usually consisted of a human in the mix which would be weird considering only magick could bring Humans to their world or transport one being to the next world. It was something only magick thought of doing. If that was the case, however, it would explain a lot about Srel. 

Venril sighed, realizing it was hard keeping up a long distance relationship but thankfully that won't last much longer. He planned on creating a portal for Srel and him so they can see each other more often. He already built a portal in his room in his second closet so he could see Srel. All he needed was to create the other one in Srel's closet so they could see each whenever, hopefully every night. The thought of such a thing occurring made him even more excited, allowing him to regain his energy and begin his journey again. The rest of his stops consisted of snacks and small breaking points to refuel his energy. He had to admit though, he was getting better and better at magick. He did remember to bring the magick book with him to learn more and show Srel. He was really curious if other creatures other than Elves could create magick too. The thought made him smile, and he was even happier to see Srel walking up from the village he was only feet away from. They smiled at each other before running up to each other, wrapping each other in a hug and holding on tightly as if they never wanted to let go. 

Srel seemed surprised to see Venril so early and so fast considering he just got the letter early that morning. However, he waited by the gate just to be sure Venril wasn't walking into the village on his own without an welcome back greeting. 

"It's good to see you Srel." Venril said, letting go of his hug and placing a hand on Srel's face. 

"Likewise Venril." He said before he grabbed Venril's shirt and pulled him down into a desperate, longing kiss. Venril smiled in the kiss and then picked Srel up simply to make him mad that he was being picked up and treated like the submissive one. It worked because Srel grew irritated and started to pinch Venril's cheek to punish him. 

"Don't ruin the moment with cheap tricks, idiot…" Srel said irritatedly and pushed Venril away so he could be put down. "Now are you coming or not?" 

Venril smiled and sighed. "Goodness, I sure have missed that short temper of yours." Venril said as he hugged Srel from behind. 

"Yeah yeah," Srel said before he hopped Venril up in the air and gave him a piggy back ride to his house, surprising Venril and startling him that such a short guy could carry such a large Elf. 

Evolve: Chapter 3 Part 2

Srel clenched his hand on his spoon he had in his soup and wasn't able to calm himself down until his sister appeared. Oera was a beautiful dwarf, skinny too. She was not stout like most of the Dwarves in their village. It may have to do with their father who was never really a Dwarf. In fact, his father was the tallest Dwarf in the kingdom and would never tell them his family history. All he knew was that they were Giants among Dwarves. That was all Srel knew and all he cared to ask. He could care less why he was taller than the rest, just that he was tall enough to help out in times of need, especially with something needing to be placed high up. 

Srel was about five-feet and two inches, Dwarves usually not exceeding that of four foot and ten inches. Oera was five feet even and lanky at that. Srel was pretty masculine, but not stout like most of the Dwarves. In fact, he was good proportion for his height. Srel had messy black hair, that Oera always wanted to brush but he never let her. He said that brushing his hair would make him appear girly like an Elf. Then they found themselves laughing when they thought of Venril, who's hair was spiky and messy half the time. Venril was not an average Elf because he was so masculine and rugged. He was not afraid to get dirty or to go a week without bathing. Srel loved Venril for his down-to-earth charm and rugged good looks. He wish he had Venril's spirit and charm, yet he knew his anger got the best of him forcing him from being able to have such charm like Venril. Srel sighed at the thought his sister looked at him curiously and staring down at his food as if she wanted some.

"What?" He said questionably as he looked up at her, his voice deep and slightly irritated.

"Nothing, just wondering why you seemed so down all of a sudden when your food looks so delicious." She said with a smile. She always did have a big appetite but never seemed to gain any weight or fat. It was a mystery to everyone really. 

"Want some? There is still half of what I fixed up on the stove." He asked her sweetly.

"But is it still warm?" She asked, not bothering to check first.

Srel looked annoyed and pouted. "I just fixed it. It would be a better option then the food I already sunk my teeth in." He said before he started to devour his food faster so she couldn't even get a chance at stealing it from him.

"Oh alright, don't have a cow." She said rolling her eyes before she went to the kitchen to grab herself some food. "By the way, where is Venril these days? He hasn't been buy in weeks. Usually he comes by every other week to see you." She said curiously as she started to nibble on some bread first before grabbing her own mutton.

"Oh he is probably busy with his duties as a prince. He hasn't even sent me a letter or anything."  He said kind of sounding a little hurt his Elf probably forgotten him.

"Actually, a hawk brought a letter by not too long ago. It seemed like a rush order from Venril." She said before she set her food on the table and sat down.

Srel stood up almost excited and urgent to read it. "Where!" He shouted at her looking like a love-sick puppy who finally got the chance to play with its favorite toy again.

His sister looked at him rather shocked and dumbfound at her brother's enthusiasm then she smirked and held it up in between her fingers. He reached for it but she pulled it away, teasing him. "What do I get in return?" She asked slyly. "A new set of daggers?" She asked, desperately needing a new set since hers were almost about to break from her last battle with a giant Werewolf. Females were not allowed to hunt or fight and Oera normally go there tools from her brother or her father. They knew she had a passion for fighting and protecting herself and her family, so they raised her like a tomboy and a fighter, probably even a better fighter than her big brother. 

"Fine! Now give it here!" He said before it was in his reach and he was able to finally snatch it from her and read it.

Dear Srel,

It is good to finally get around to talking to you. I am deeply sorry that it took me this long to finally get enough time to talk to you let alone make a trip back to your village and see you. I miss you terribly and hope that within the next few days, I will be able to see you once again. I have so much to tell you my dear friend. Much of it deals with a secret my ancestors has kept from us and another part of it is about my brother, Nexyl. I hope you will wait for me and then when possible, our meetings will become much more frequent and accessible to the both of us. Do wait for me, I plan on leaving my Kingdom this afternoon after right writing this. I should be there within a day or two, if not sooner. It may not even take that long. I wish you and your sister the best. 

Sincerely,

Venril

Srel read the letter, and smiled when he finally understood that Venril was heading to him within the day. His smile must have been bright and big because his sister giggled at him making him seem really embarrassed.

"Venril said he was coming in the next day or two or sooner." He then stopped and thought and reread a part of the letter. "But how can that be? It usually takes him four days to reach our village. How can you reach us so quickly? It must be part of what he is going to tell me when he gets here." He said with a smile. "Either way, I get to see him." He said happily before he coughed and changed his demeanor back to normal. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go see if Kvor needs any help with that new house their building." He said putting the letter in his room and then leaving the house to go and help his friends with the workload.

Oera rolled her eyes and smiled and then reached for her brother's leftovers on his plate before he came back in and drank the rest of his soup and taking his mutton leg with him out the door. Oera frowned and looked saddened she couldn't have seconds. 

Evolve: Chapter 2 Part 3 (End) - Chapter 3 Part 1

Venril

Venril awoke in the middle of night, stirring abruptly and deep in thought. He never did that before. What was eating away at him so important that it woke him up in the middle of night. He was dreaming rather well and it seemed like he had someone on his mind. The name, what was the name in his dream? Srel. Yes, his dear friend in the west among the Dwarves. This Dwarf, quite wise and strong and easy to tease, for Srel's temper was as easy to stir as the ripples in the water from a single touch. Why was Srel on his mind? He knew that magick could affect ones psychic connections to someone close, but was Srel that close to him that he had to tell him about something. Something important it seemed. Did it deal with his brother? Yes, that was it. His brother had become rather annoying it seemed to him, the kind of annoying that bugs you until you tell someone to let it off your chest. He needed to confide in his friend, to understand what should be done about his brother and why he was even questioning his brother in the first place. 

He needed the companionship of his friend, Srel. They had many sleepovers together, some he dare not say in public company, for it was too intimate to really speak aloud but it was common between the two of them. They were close enough to have such a relationship and still stay friends. It was nothing but companionship between friends that appeared to be close to a consort's passion. It was weird to talk bout and a little too private to discuss among someone other than the two who took part in. He enjoyed it all the same because he cared for Srel. He thought about the Dwarf almost every day and wondered when was the next day he would see him and how long he had to be with him. Hopefully he will get the chance to be with him for a good long while.

He sighed, knowing that staying awake thinking about Srel wouldn't bring Srel to him. He did, however, want to create a portal in Srel's closet in his little humble home and connect it to his so he could visit Srel quickly as much as they both liked. That gave him some peace and helped him go to sleep a little easier knowing that he was able to harness such power in order to see his friend more. Hopefully, he remembered to bring the book of spells with him when he went on his little trip to Srel. 

Chapter 3

Srel

Srel woke up, naturally hungry and grumpy. The dwarf was always grumpy, yet not entirely hostile. His temper, usually quick and agile, would rise whenever he felt threatened, tense, pressured or teased usually by a clique of friends who knew they could get a rise out of him and they thought it was humorous. Never did he show violence or hostility towards the people close to him. He dealt with the issue with his own family where his uncle would come over, drunk on ale and usually not very wise when visiting. He'd hit on his mother, who was his uncle's own sister, and his father would control the situation by putting an end to his uncle's behavior quickly and roughly. They would then consider straightening him out the same day but it still did not force his uncle to change his ways. The attitude and character his uncle displayed, always rose in him. He hated to see his mother hurt and distraught. He almost wanted to join his father and punch his uncle's lights out, even at the young age of five. Since then, he has always despised drunks, whether happy or angry, he hated people going nuts on drinking and then lose control with their inhibitions. He drank, but responsibility. The other Dwarves saw him as weak and unwilling to take risk but then they realized who they were dealing with. The Dwarf who could snap them into two if they ever dare mess with him. He trained to defend himself and the ones he cared for, so punching a guy upside the head was no problem. For him, that is. 

Srel was a proud and hardworking dwarf, one that knew a lot about fighting and how to provide an extra hand to his village west of the Elf Kingdom, which he visited often, knowing one of the princes there. Venril visited him often and they had a friendship like no other, one that was close and trusted. Srel respected Venril and they have been friends since childhood. Since they were young, they played together in the Elven Garden of the Kingdom and traveled over the wall into the fields on the southern side, picking flowers and swimming in the nearby lake. 

As they grew up, they started to practice hand-to-hand combat with one another in defensive training. Srel instinctively wanted to in case he dealt with someone like his Uncle. He believed that immoral acts were a sign of weakness in people and could easily be handled if dealt with properly like to put people in their place who need to be knocked down a few pegs from their ego. He even thought that there would be more people like his Uncle and that they should learn for the future how to protect themselves and the people close to them. Venril agreed, also thinking the same way, it was hard enough being a prince and having servants doing everything for you. It would be nice to fight your own battles rather than force someone else to fight for you.

Srel was one of the Dwarves whose height exceeded that of any normal Dwarf. Being taller than the rest, yet not nearly as tall as Venril was, was sometimes a challenge. He was sometimes not even considered a Dwarf at times, and he could feel his anger boiling until he was reminded that his father was also tall and that it probably was the cause of his own giantism for a dwarf . Venril had a good foot on him which was a short distance apart considering a Dwarf and an Elf standing next to each other. A Dwarf was usually half the same or smaller than that of an Elf but for some reason Srel was much taller than the rest of his people. He was sometimes called a Giant in comparison to his friends, which he never mind. He liked to feel taller and stronger than the rest. It showed he was the alpha in the group as well as the one to turn to if someone ever dared to belittle his people. 

Srel got out of bed and started to make breakfast. He knew how to cook thanks to his sister and his mother. He was a mama's boy at heart but never dare admit it to his friends. He started to fix a good deal of food, just for himself. For a Dwarf's size, it was hard to believe they could eat so much. Srel remembered Venril mentioning that all that meat and bread would go straight to Srel's sides and he'd be a good sphere and easy to to roll around. Srel grumbled at the thought of being pushed around like a ball. He didn't want to get fat, so sometimes he usually fixed half of what his stomach had ordered and called it a meal fit for two, two for cat kittens that is. He smiled, knowing quite well he made a joke, but soon turned the smile upside down in order to hide it.

He sat down at the table with his mutton and mushroom soup. The mutton was of course from a sheep, a good source of proteins which he knew he needed to get through the day. He remember giving some to Venril once, Elves being vegetarian and how sick Venril was afterwards. It was a good payback for calling him a midget the day before, but he did feel bad afterwards knowing how much he hurt Venril in the end. 

Venril was his best friend. They were lovers too. They had many intimate nights together and at the same time able to stay friends or hide it from the rest of their friends. He knew Venril's brother, Nexyl, suspected that Venril had a consort and perhaps it being a Dwarf in the West, but Nexyl couldn't say who it was in particular. Nexyl. That Elf was as quick-tempered as he was but was always able to hide it so beautifully for the sake of his image. He despised that Elf. He thought Nexyl belittled Venril half the time and didn't respect thin as a prince, let alone his own brother. He saw a hollow darkness in Nexyl, one that was fueled by pride and politics. He knew Nexyl to be the logical, practical type but that was no reason to shun away your brother with work or to act as if you are better than everyone else. What an asshole. How dare he treat Venril like that when all Venril has been is kind, generous, thoughtful, and caring. Venril was a good soul and Srel knew that he'd do anything for him, let alone protect him from whoever treated Venril unfairly. 

Evolve: Chapter 1 Part 2

The world was glorious among this time, bright and clear, high-definition without the science at our fingertips. It was clean and fresh, full of wonder and glory. Its creatures living in peace with one another, even the Ogres and Trolls did not disturb its neighbors smaller than them. The Elves, were not as proper as legend tells, for the Elves believed in elegance through diplomacy rather than beauty. They were still beautiful. Beauty was simply a title one would say in relation to the Elves, especially to the royal family, who were the Guardians of Reydothe and the soul backbone of leadership among the world which was not won by power or dominance, nor by drawing sticks, but by lifespan for the Elves far succeeded any other creature among them. Reydothe needed leaders who were healthy and wise to lead, and the Elves spent no expense at doing what was best for Reydothe. They sought peace and equality of all creatures, big or small, ugly or beautiful, and devised their own Democracy of Laws, called Reydothe's Scroll. 

Reydothe's Scroll, consisted of 20 main laws with consecutive details towards each one. The basics included: No killing even among defense, no violence or stealing even among desperation, equality does not judge based on differences but only similarities of livelihood; that all living creatures are subjugated under or upon Reydothe's soil, and no living creature is above another. Elves saw everyone as their brother even without blood ties or racial differences. We are born, therefore we are all equal. 

The kingdom, however, was losing its stronghold on Reydothe's creatures and accused of abusing its power or being hypocritical to its laws, for no creature is above another, thus Elves should not be in full control. The creatures of Reydothe were correct, however, through change came differences of opinion and a slow process in improvement to consider. Patience was far from on their side and against them at every turn. Things went downhill after the two Princes were born, their leadership in question and almost far from their reach. 

The fraternal twins, Nexyl and Venril, Princes of Reydothe and of Elven descent, were born when turmoil was merely a rumor and rapidly growing. They grew up learning everything there was to know about democracy and leadership. Nexyl being the older of the two was forced to know far more about the history and the government the Elves adopted while Venril focused more on social affairs and civil liberties. The division of the two princes, both of equal status to the throne, shaped their own personalities and opinions. Nexyl, the stoic, critic always supporting logic and wisdom over personal emotions strongly believed that the Kingdom was top priority and Venril, the outgoing, optimist who always saw the good in others despite outward appearance and reputation strongly believed in the people's welfare and their safety was top priority. 

Venril was always helping others, providing food and shelter to those in need and always making time to play with the children. He even traveled some to neighboring villages to help in anyway possible. He even risked his life numerous times to help build shelters or protect the people he came into contact with. His brother, Nexyl, saw this illogical and foolish. He believed a leader cannot lead or offer his hand in friendship if he is always knocking on death's door trying to help them. 

Nexyl believed a Prince should focus on his duties at home rather than the affairs of foreign lands. Venril was not about to do sit around and waste time with politics at home. The restless Venril was not at all eager at obtaining the throne and was asked to leave most of the duties and responsibilities on his brother. He did not want to cause his brother any distress, nor was he being selfish in agreeing to such a request. He felt that one cannot build his home without the foreign land that surrounds it, otherwise it does not differentiate itself from being a home to return to. This led him to take half of the responsibility of his brother's by lending his hand to others in anyway possible. 

The week was young and Venril's was certainly the most challenging of any he has ever faced within the 400 years he walked Reydothe. His body was average in height and lanky in statue. It was, however, masculine and bold, broad and strong. He trained in many weapons, simply for protection purposes of his people and for the art of the craft. His favorite was the bow, the target always a board on a haystack, never a living creature for elves did not seek food from living creatures but from the growth of the land. He never understood the Dwarves for their obsession with meat and ale. He tried it once with his Dwarf allies in the West and the next morning, he was not so eager to get up nor willing to try a second round. 

Venril never sought death of anyone around him but did not mind if Death sought him if it meant standing in its way to that of another's livelihood. Death was always one step next to him for he was always risking his own life for the sake of others. Which set him apart from any and all other beings around him. His brother yelled at him once for his foolish actions, saving a young boy from drowning when the tide was far too strong to fight. 

Nexyl adored his younger brother, but was not always proud of his ways. Nexyl spoke to Venril almost as if he was the adult speaking to a child, never understanding reality and the limitations one can endure when facing such obstacles. Nexyl almost regretted speaking harshly to his brother for he feared Venril would do something even more unspeakable. How right he was, for Venril was about to face the most tragic of all tales not yet spoken, especially not in friendly company for the words spoken were far from polite, rather forbidden it seemed for the very word spoken was either a rumor or a threat to the ears of fear. Dragon. 

During this time, Nexyl feared to speak a word of the darkness he felt within the land. It's presence all so familiar with the rise of the Dragons underfoot. The first Dragon born only 11,000 years before his own birth and was slowly growing with each decade. Nexyl feared that the Dragons were going to cause an uprising against the Elves and desperate action was needed. The legends of the Dragons and their own birth were long forgotten by then and only tales of their actions among the others were placed into questions with rumors of destruction and chaos from beasts as hideous and ill-tempered as the Ogres. Nexyl was on his own quest to seek out the truth of the Dragons before another one showed up. Little did he know, that time was quickly upon them. 

Nexyl walked the slim path of the garden from the Palace his family shared, along with the two servants he kept close at hand for business pleasures. Nexyl saw his brother not far from the path, playing happily with the Werecat children. He despised many different races, mainly for their differences from the Elves and more importantly the darkness that rumored through the wind. He knew that one or two of the races among Reydothe would rise against the Elves, and he was training both in mind and in craft for what may happen next. He trusted no one outside his only family and possibly some of his family. It was hard for him to admit that he suspected a few of his own family members would deceive him, he hoped one of them was not his brother. He cared deeply for his brother, so much so in fact that he expected his brother to always find confidence in confiding in him of any secrets on mind and any faith in hand. He hoped to find the same respect from his brother to do the same. 

Nexyl needed desperately to speak with his brother about this, merely for support, but he was not about to mention it. He hoped his brother would be mature enough to understand the difficult stress he was under in deciding what it was he should do. He needed his brother, as a brother and as a friend, not as a prince or diplomat. 

"Venril, a word please." Nexyl shouted to him across the garden highly infested with flowers not grown on Earth but vaguely similar to bell flowers and roses. Nexyl enjoyed the flowers and the grass, he loved the smells and more importantly the sights. He was a visual learner and he loved many sights to gaze upon, however, his vision in his left eye was growing weak and he wanted to do anything he could in order to fix it. He was sometimes caught closing his eyes or winking in order to see, but he was a man of high class and did not wish to hint towards his own faults. He never considered revealing a negative side to him as an image to perceive but sometimes he couldn't avoid it. 

Venril was busy playing with the Werecat children, a humanoid beast of cat-like qualities. He told the kitties to count to 1000 as fast as a butterfly flutters and that he would return shortly after. He then rushed to his brother, standing upright and stiff, as he expected his brother of such finery and grace would stand. He noticed his brother was rather tired that day, his skin under his eyes covered in glitter and make-up to hide the dark shadows of many restless nights. He felt bad his brother was doing all the work while he was basically out playing freely.  He wanted to take on some responsibility but he was once told by Nexyl, "Not to Worry." He remembered those words as well as he remembered his brother's face that day, it now aged but still the same.

  Nexyl's Elven light was dim, almost weak and cloudy from the stress. An Elf's light is an outward glow that marks the strength and wisdom they obtain. All Elves have one and when asleep it dims, thus the brighter an Elf is in spirit, the brighter the glow. Nexyl's was dimming, not by death though, but by lack of sleep. If his glow dimmed too low, Nexyl would certainly fall asleep for keeping that glow bright takes a lot of energy out of an Elf, thus leaving them weak after each spark or change. 

Nexyl was tall and graceful, long golden hair that was almost white, a platinum blond, that flowed as luxurious as the sapphire rivers curving through the forest, the very green his silk cloak was mimicking. His skin was fine and smooth, ravished in wisdom but still young, almost equivalent to a human's mid-teens. His body was tall and lanky, not as masculine as Venril's for he was a man chained to a desk rather than with the craft. He has dabbled in many of the craft, but not so highly as his brother. He was strong though, especially in a game of wits. He was a genius in a word game and among a game they adopted from the human world they once heard of centuries ago, called Chess. It was reformed to fit the Elven world and to better the game within its challenge.  

Venril, with his dark hair, cut short and jagged unevenly with his bangs covering most of his forehead, shone with colors of the sea and his cloak as brown as the tree bark that howled in the wind. Venril''s skin was darker than that of his brothers, taking after his father it seems and with countless hours outside working. His skin was smooth and round, younger looking than Nexyl even only seconds apart from one another. He felt as if there was a huge age gap between the two of them, Venril appearing younger and slightly shorter than Nexyl who was tall, almost a giant in the Elven world. He was no where near as beautiful as his brother and certainly not as graceful. He certainly was, however, more easy-going. 

"Yes, dear brother?" He asked respectfully, yet curiousness never far from his mind. 

Nexyl seemed almost uptight about his news, so much he waved his hand to his servants to leave them and motioned to his brother to follow. "Come brother, walk with me." He gestured gracefully before they traveled along the path together within the garden. 

When far enough away from ear shot, Nexyl begun his news. "Reydothe is under great need of protection." He said, his light looking cloudier than before.

"Protection? From what?" Venril asked, confused and uneasy now, his stomach wrenching with distress and his own light dimming. 

"From the uprisings, of course. Reydothe grows impatient with Elven leadership, calling us hypocrites among our own law." He said looking even more stressed than usual. "I fear it is almost a matter of time before we are facing a sight no other has ever seen on Reydothe, a war."

"War? I heard of no war among the Dwarves. There is a rumor though. A rumor floating about the neighboring villages, talking of a division of power extending further than Elven command. Is that your work, dear brother?" 

"Indeed it is. Ogres are wanting their own King, Dwarfs are growing testy of us Elves, and the Dragons." Nexyl spoke almost unable to breathe. 

"Nexyl, you alright? What of the Dragons?" Venril responded calmly yet unable to find the strength to touch his brother for support. 

"They are uprising against everyone, and they are born without breeding. It doesn't make any sense. How are their more than there was a decade ago. There is nearly five new Dragons soaring through our skies. Not to mention, there has been villages in the South that are burned nearly to a crisp. I don't know how to control that in which I don't understand." He said, his hand finding his spot on his forehead as he grieved in distraught. 

Venril placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and forced him to look at him. "If you need answers, dear brother, simply ask. I have found the hidden history lain deep beneath our soil. It tells the tale of the Dragons, and the legacy of their reign." He said showing an optimistic sign of satisfaction to have the answers to his brothers questions, simply to ease the turmoil in his mind. 

"Where did you come to find such information? However did you find the truth?" He questioned almost dumbfounded by his brother's find and somewhat envious he couldn't find it himself. His brother was always out and about, however, did he find secrets underneath the Kingdom?  

"The passage beyond the statue we used to play under, there is a switch that leads deep underground in an old cavern that has since long been abandoned by our ancestors. The planks above the door frames are written in Ancient Elvish, possibly 1000-years-ago. Our Great Grandfather is the keeper of the tale."