Warnings: death, blood, war Themes: souldbonds, family, flying, war, leaving home because of war
Memory One Everything happens all at once and in a blur. For one moment, Lythrana is standing there and talking to you and smiling, having hopes for future peace. The next moment finds blades from an assailant piercing through Lythrana, blood staining her clothes as she collapses onto the ground as you panic and frantically look around for whoever did that traitorous act. The assailant is standing over you evilly laughing and looking disgusted down at Lythrana. "I should have done this years ago sister, you were too pure to be one of us and should have stayed banished for your own good." This infuriates you, anger is beginning to cloud your vision and judgement, as well as the grief overtaking you. Although conscious, your vision goes hazy as you instinctively grab your daggers and launch at the woman, tears streaming down your face. Through your hazy vision, cackles and furious pained yowls are heard, and blood can be seen. Both bright reddish orange blood that glimmers, and a darker more reddish-purple colour both fly. Furious screams of "HOW DARE YOU!" echo clearly through the room before all falls silent after another howl of pain as you rip your dagger from the assailant's heart.
Your attention snaps immediately back to Lythrana, who is lying on the ground, Nova hovering over her body shrieking at anyone who dared approach besides yourself. "Lythie please... stay with me, don't go!" You beg as you do everything you can to heal the dark elf woman, your girlfriend and lover, the woman you were going to ask a hand in marriage to once you'd returned home. You become more and more frantic as you feel Lythrana slip even further from you, you know only one thing can save her at this point: binding your soul to Lythrana's. An ancient magic that's advised against being used, and one that binds another's life to the caster. Should the caster die at any time after binding the soul, so too will the soulbound.
"I have no other choice Nova.. it needs to be done, I cannot lose her, I cannot lose my Moon." You whisper through sobs to the hawk, who can feel your pain as if it were hers, who doesn't object and only looks down at both of you.
You say a quick prayer and one fiery wing produces a feather for your spell, as that is needed to bind your souls together. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you place the feather on top of Lythrana's wound and begin chanting the spell in an ancient language lost to all but the Dragons, Phoenixes, and Tharsi themselves. The feather begins glowing as it resonates with the spell and you repeat the words over and over, "Rivaersa hear my plea, take not this soul from us yet and let them walk once more among us, bound to we who are immortal and most ancient of your magic. I beg of thee to grant this second life, for it is treasured and taken too soon." A bright light envelops you, Nova, and Lythrana as Lythrana begins to awaken with the feather disappearing inside of her. You are overwhelmed with joy that your plea and spell are successful, you embrace Lythrana, now healed of wounds, tears of joy replacing ones of grief.
Memory Two The day is beautiful, clear, and not a foul wind in sight. The perfect day for your first flight, although one thing does hinder you: you are afraid of falling from the air. You haven't flown since your first attempt as a chick before you gained this form and it didn't go well, as you were clumsy and hurt yourself. Sure you'd practised lifting off and gliding down, those things you can do very well, but not a full flight. Not yet. Today it would change because Sage promised you he would be there every step of the way, and this makes you feel better since you look up to him.
"Willow, come here, let me give you something for good luck!" He motions you forward before they leave for the cliff-side. "Close your eyes, it's a surprise," he adds before you do so and step forward, feeling something around your neck and turn around. "Open them now." You obey, face lighting up in the mirror as you see the choker he'd given you. It glows in fiery oranges, reds, and golds; it is three of Sage's feathers formed in the shape of a bird with a silvery gem in the middle. "YOUR FEATHERS! OH SAGE THANK YOU, I'LL CHERISH IT!" He smiles at you and nods, then tilts his head to the balcony where he walks to, taking on his Phoenix form and without even needing to ask, you run forth as he leans over for you to climb on his back and he takes off.
As you fly, you giggle and breathe the air up high, but also cling close to the familiarity of Sage's feathers; afraid of falling off. "You'll be able to do this too, I promise little sister. I won't let you fall, your big brother will keep you safe." You nervously laugh, but believe him, and when you land at the cliff-side you climb off of your brother and audibly gulp at the height. The trees below are tiny and the river running through them looked much smaller than you remembered. Backing away, you take a deep breath and shake your head while slapping your cheeks. Sage is here, he's going to keep you safe. You have to tell yourself this a few times before you look back at him, both of you nod as you take on your Phoenix form.
You stretch your wings wide, feeling the wind in them from the height they were at, but you pause and look to your brother who was patiently waiting. "Together?" He gently urges.
"Together," You respond with a nod and take a step forward as you jump off. This doesn't go as planned as one wing doesn't catch the air like the other does, and you start to plummet, but you start to flap and find that it was because you hadn't done that yet. The newfound proper flight feeling makes you feel euphoric as you let yourself pull up a little and steady yourself to fly straight. Sage was right, as he always was, you are able to do it and it is one of the best feelings. All you needed to do was believe in yourself and your brother. Phoenixes were born to fly, after all.
Memory Three The last thing that she ever thought would happen, happened. War has come to Skadria and everyone is panicking. There's shouts of "WHERE DO WE SEND THE CHILDREN?" as well as frightened children themselves screaming. Normally, a war with Phoenixes wouldn't be this frightening, but their opponents have learned of ways to kill and deeply wound their kind; something that was a horrible threat. Not only that, but their enemies possessed magicks the polar opposite of their own and that itself was enough to wound one of their kind. Willow herself was young at the time, but not young enough to be incapable of defending herself, however too young all the same to stay and fight. She strongly disagreed with this but her brother and parents both begged her that she needed to flee, to make sure those younger made it to safety at the very least.
She begrudgingly agrees after finally being yelled at for not listening and is ordered to leave, reassured that a messenger will be sent to her once it is safe to return home. She's heartbroken and scared as she flees and gets younger ones away, managing to get them safely enough until one night when they're hiding where she acts as a decoy to draw the enemies away, getting injured in the process with a wound that causes her to heal far slower than usual. Much to her luck, she enters a forest that is protected by Fae and is able to take shelter. Her mind is racing with her fears of the children being attacked and her family killed before exhaustion overtakes her, passing out.
Willow | Ren
Themes: souldbonds, family, flying, war, leaving home because of war
Memory One Everything happens all at once and in a blur. For one moment, Lythrana is standing there and talking to you and smiling, having hopes for future peace. The next moment finds blades from an assailant piercing through Lythrana, blood staining her clothes as she collapses onto the ground as you panic and frantically look around for whoever did that traitorous act. The assailant is standing over you evilly laughing and looking disgusted down at Lythrana. "I should have done this years ago sister, you were too pure to be one of us and should have stayed banished for your own good." This infuriates you, anger is beginning to cloud your vision and judgement, as well as the grief overtaking you. Although conscious, your vision goes hazy as you instinctively grab your daggers and launch at the woman, tears streaming down your face. Through your hazy vision, cackles and furious pained yowls are heard, and blood can be seen. Both bright reddish orange blood that glimmers, and a darker more reddish-purple colour both fly. Furious screams of "HOW DARE YOU!" echo clearly through the room before all falls silent after another howl of pain as you rip your dagger from the assailant's heart.
Your attention snaps immediately back to Lythrana, who is lying on the ground, Nova hovering over her body shrieking at anyone who dared approach besides yourself. "Lythie please... stay with me, don't go!" You beg as you do everything you can to heal the dark elf woman, your girlfriend and lover, the woman you were going to ask a hand in marriage to once you'd returned home. You become more and more frantic as you feel Lythrana slip even further from you, you know only one thing can save her at this point: binding your soul to Lythrana's. An ancient magic that's advised against being used, and one that binds another's life to the caster. Should the caster die at any time after binding the soul, so too will the soulbound.
"I have no other choice Nova.. it needs to be done, I cannot lose her, I cannot lose my Moon." You whisper through sobs to the hawk, who can feel your pain as if it were hers, who doesn't object and only looks down at both of you.
You say a quick prayer and one fiery wing produces a feather for your spell, as that is needed to bind your souls together. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you place the feather on top of Lythrana's wound and begin chanting the spell in an ancient language lost to all but the Dragons, Phoenixes, and Tharsi themselves. The feather begins glowing as it resonates with the spell and you repeat the words over and over, "Rivaersa hear my plea, take not this soul from us yet and let them walk once more among us, bound to we who are immortal and most ancient of your magic. I beg of thee to grant this second life, for it is treasured and taken too soon." A bright light envelops you, Nova, and Lythrana as Lythrana begins to awaken with the feather disappearing inside of her. You are overwhelmed with joy that your plea and spell are successful, you embrace Lythrana, now healed of wounds, tears of joy replacing ones of grief.
Memory Two The day is beautiful, clear, and not a foul wind in sight. The perfect day for your first flight, although one thing does hinder you: you are afraid of falling from the air. You haven't flown since your first attempt as a chick before you gained this form and it didn't go well, as you were clumsy and hurt yourself. Sure you'd practised lifting off and gliding down, those things you can do very well, but not a full flight. Not yet. Today it would change because Sage promised you he would be there every step of the way, and this makes you feel better since you look up to him.
"Willow, come here, let me give you something for good luck!" He motions you forward before they leave for the cliff-side. "Close your eyes, it's a surprise," he adds before you do so and step forward, feeling something around your neck and turn around. "Open them now." You obey, face lighting up in the mirror as you see the choker he'd given you. It glows in fiery oranges, reds, and golds; it is three of Sage's feathers formed in the shape of a bird with a silvery gem in the middle. "YOUR FEATHERS! OH SAGE THANK YOU, I'LL CHERISH IT!" He smiles at you and nods, then tilts his head to the balcony where he walks to, taking on his Phoenix form and without even needing to ask, you run forth as he leans over for you to climb on his back and he takes off.
As you fly, you giggle and breathe the air up high, but also cling close to the familiarity of Sage's feathers; afraid of falling off. "You'll be able to do this too, I promise little sister. I won't let you fall, your big brother will keep you safe." You nervously laugh, but believe him, and when you land at the cliff-side you climb off of your brother and audibly gulp at the height. The trees below are tiny and the river running through them looked much smaller than you remembered. Backing away, you take a deep breath and shake your head while slapping your cheeks. Sage is here, he's going to keep you safe. You have to tell yourself this a few times before you look back at him, both of you nod as you take on your Phoenix form.
You stretch your wings wide, feeling the wind in them from the height they were at, but you pause and look to your brother who was patiently waiting. "Together?" He gently urges.
"Together," You respond with a nod and take a step forward as you jump off. This doesn't go as planned as one wing doesn't catch the air like the other does, and you start to plummet, but you start to flap and find that it was because you hadn't done that yet. The newfound proper flight feeling makes you feel euphoric as you let yourself pull up a little and steady yourself to fly straight. Sage was right, as he always was, you are able to do it and it is one of the best feelings. All you needed to do was believe in yourself and your brother.
Phoenixes were born to fly, after all.
Memory Three The last thing that she ever thought would happen, happened. War has come to Skadria and everyone is panicking. There's shouts of "WHERE DO WE SEND THE CHILDREN?" as well as frightened children themselves screaming. Normally, a war with Phoenixes wouldn't be this frightening, but their opponents have learned of ways to kill and deeply wound their kind; something that was a horrible threat. Not only that, but their enemies possessed magicks the polar opposite of their own and that itself was enough to wound one of their kind. Willow herself was young at the time, but not young enough to be incapable of defending herself, however too young all the same to stay and fight. She strongly disagreed with this but her brother and parents both begged her that she needed to flee, to make sure those younger made it to safety at the very least.
She begrudgingly agrees after finally being yelled at for not listening and is ordered to leave, reassured that a messenger will be sent to her once it is safe to return home. She's heartbroken and scared as she flees and gets younger ones away, managing to get them safely enough until one night when they're hiding where she acts as a decoy to draw the enemies away, getting injured in the process with a wound that causes her to heal far slower than usual. Much to her luck, she enters a forest that is protected by Fae and is able to take shelter. Her mind is racing with her fears of the children being attacked and her family killed before exhaustion overtakes her, passing out.