As the light of the angels descends upon the lands, the streets of the capital of Lyrn flood with people. Scared farmers, worrying merchants, terrifiyed children, soldiers, government officials; all turn their eyes towards the beautiful light. Everyone, from the smallest child to the strongest archmage, stops instantly and sees the angels smiling down upon them.
The people see past the angels to the land where they come from, the great paradise. The angels extend their hands towards the awed populace, and the people know why the angels have come. They feel the love, the promise of peace and happiness. Tears of joy well in many of the onlookers.
In town square, there is a disturbance. A vibrant elven woman with firey red hair pushes and shoves her way through the stunned crowds. She rushes to the middle of the town market, under where the angels have decended. When she reaches the center, she bends down, her hands on her knees, gasping for air after her quick dash. The focus of the crowd is now with this new woman, but no one dares to break the silence.
Save for the elven woman.
"NO!", she shouts after regaining her breath. She stands up tall and repeats herself. "No! We won't leave!"
The angels look down at this new woman, clearly suprised by her announcement. They wait, and she continues.
"This is our land, our empire, our town, and we're not going to leave it! We've worked too hard building our peace and prosperity to abandon it now." She has now climbed to the top of a statue of a great emperor to get closer to these angelic intruders, and, balancing on the statue's head, she waves her arms around. "We build this, and we can defend it!" She waits for the reply of the angels, but they give none.
With a despairing look on her face, she turns to the crowds, and pleads,"We won't leave, right? Not just because of some stupid wars! We'll fight, right?"
An older woman steps forward, closer to the elf and the angels. "I was born 'ere, and I'll die 'ehe, one way or another. Was good enough for my mother, it was. And hers 'fore her!"
A young man steps forward, standing the older woman. He stutters, staring at his feet. "I... can't go. I'm... engaged... and, and...". He takes a deep breath as he looks towards the angels. "And she's in the army, and she can't go, she wouldn't go, and neither will I!" He ends his proclimation with a triumphiant shout.
The look of the elven woman's face turns to a joyful smile as others step forward. "I won't go, just build my home. I won't leave me family here. I won't abandon what I've worked so hard to build", they say.
All over the lands of the Crescent, people stand strong and refuse the call of the angels. This is their land and their peace, and they're going to fight to keep it that way.
In the capital, Aurican sits at a window in the palace, looking down at the elven woman. He sighs softly, "Damn, Areilla. Grow up. This will not be what you think it will".
He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes. He then starts to laugh. "Ah, you are your mother's daughter. You're only out there now because you know I'd demand that they take you first..."
The people see past the angels to the land where they come from, the great paradise. The angels extend their hands towards the awed populace, and the people know why the angels have come. They feel the love, the promise of peace and happiness. Tears of joy well in many of the onlookers.
In town square, there is a disturbance. A vibrant elven woman with firey red hair pushes and shoves her way through the stunned crowds. She rushes to the middle of the town market, under where the angels have decended. When she reaches the center, she bends down, her hands on her knees, gasping for air after her quick dash. The focus of the crowd is now with this new woman, but no one dares to break the silence.
Save for the elven woman.
"NO!", she shouts after regaining her breath. She stands up tall and repeats herself. "No! We won't leave!"
The angels look down at this new woman, clearly suprised by her announcement. They wait, and she continues.
"This is our land, our empire, our town, and we're not going to leave it! We've worked too hard building our peace and prosperity to abandon it now." She has now climbed to the top of a statue of a great emperor to get closer to these angelic intruders, and, balancing on the statue's head, she waves her arms around. "We build this, and we can defend it!" She waits for the reply of the angels, but they give none.
With a despairing look on her face, she turns to the crowds, and pleads,"We won't leave, right? Not just because of some stupid wars! We'll fight, right?"
An older woman steps forward, closer to the elf and the angels. "I was born 'ere, and I'll die 'ehe, one way or another. Was good enough for my mother, it was. And hers 'fore her!"
A young man steps forward, standing the older woman. He stutters, staring at his feet. "I... can't go. I'm... engaged... and, and...". He takes a deep breath as he looks towards the angels. "And she's in the army, and she can't go, she wouldn't go, and neither will I!" He ends his proclimation with a triumphiant shout.
The look of the elven woman's face turns to a joyful smile as others step forward. "I won't go, just build my home. I won't leave me family here. I won't abandon what I've worked so hard to build", they say.
All over the lands of the Crescent, people stand strong and refuse the call of the angels. This is their land and their peace, and they're going to fight to keep it that way.
In the capital, Aurican sits at a window in the palace, looking down at the elven woman. He sighs softly, "Damn, Areilla. Grow up. This will not be what you think it will".
He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes. He then starts to laugh. "Ah, you are your mother's daughter. You're only out there now because you know I'd demand that they take you first..."
