The silver moon hung solemnly above the Highland skies as Queen Arlayna stood by the balcony of the Crystal Spire. Her gaze met Thayrion’s, a quiet strength behind her voice as she spoke of the sacred rune they had journeyed for.
> “Rune Lumenya,” she began, “is not merely a stone of light. It is born of moon’s tear and dawn’s breath—purified only by the grace of a thousand nights under moonlight. It will take time to awaken its true strength.”
Thayrion’s fists clenched at his sides, knowing well that time was a luxury they might not have. Even so, he bowed in reverence. “Then we shall begin its blessing this night forward.”
That very eve, Katoen, the seasoned ranger who had led them across many dangers, stood beside Thayrion, grief in his eyes. “My father is fading with age... I must leave your side, brother, though my blade yearns to stay.”
Thayrion embraced him without words, for their bond needed none.
A Dangerous Path Back
Thayrion and Kaylean prepared to return to the Dark Elf village, their hearts set on reforging the cursed armor. The weight of their task was immense—more than a restoration of steel, it was a rebirth of legacy.
As they reached the edge of the venomous swamps, the sky darkened unnaturally. From the murky shadows rose a sight that rooted them cold—an orc horde encircling a revived Blood Ogre, its skin pulsating with red runes. Around him, glowing crimson symbols formed a ritual circle.
Kaylean’s voice was a whisper. “They’re calling the Blood Serpent back…”
Silently, they crept through the reeds and roots, but fate held its breath too briefly.
A snapped branch. A guttural roar. They were seen.
The Clash in the Swamp
Steel clashed. Light met shadow.
Thayrion loosed arrow after arrow from his Black Pith Bow, each finding its mark. Beside him, Kaylean danced among branches, arrows whistling like divine whispers. He leapt from tree to tree, forming a circle of death around the orcs.
But they were outnumbered… until the heavens glowed.
From the cliffs above, High Elf archers showered the swamp with Light Arrows. The tide turned. The Blood Ogre retreated into the darkness, vanishing like smoke—watching, waiting.
A squad leader approached, bowing. “By order of King Elandros, we are to ensure your safe return. The Rune is to be carried only by the worthy.”
Return to the Forgotten Gate
Back at Thayrion’s ancient cottage, now standing guard over the gate to the hidden kingdom below, elven rangers saluted the returning pair. A messenger stepped forward.
> “The King of High Hill Elves declares both Thayrion of House Mael'drath and Kaylean of House Valtheris as Guardians of the Sealed Gate, protectors until fate’s circle ends.”
Both bowed low, the moment marking a bond not only of brotherhood but of destiny.
Into Flame and Light
In the heart of the Dark Elf village, deep within the forge of the ancient Dark Dwarf blacksmith Bromdur Ironmourn, the reforging began.
The forge burned brighter than dragonfire, fueled by ancient roots and veins of firestone. Bromdur held aloft the Rune of Lumenya, now partially awakened. “To bind light with cursed steel… your blood must become its soul.”
Thayrion filled a silver chalice with his blood, pouring it into the molten pool as the armor was submerged. With each strike, sparks danced in symphonies, singing songs long forgotten.
> Clang. Spark. Light.
Clang. Spark. Flame.
The armor emerged anew. Polished like starlight, yet hard as dragonbone, the chestplate shimmered with a hidden pulse. The gauntlets, shaped like dragon heads, could summon a blade of light and bow of brilliance. The boots—swift as wind, silent as snowfall.
Even Kaylean received a gift: a twin pair of boots and a light-forged bow, born from Bromdur’s craft and blessed by the Rune.
They stood before their reflection, not as wanderers—but as champions.
And so they rested.
In quiet sleep beneath the moon’s eye, they prepared for the next rise, the next storm.
For evil stirred deeper yet…
And the fate of Elharya had only just.
A new destiny awaits.
A new war brews in the shadow.
The Blood Serpent stirs.
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