Heh heh… New story... I feel EVIL…
This is based before ANYTHING IN THE BOOKS!!
Oh, and Kirillotane is pronounced, Kir-rill-oh-tane.
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Before the time of dragons, before the elves or humans crossed the sea, there was a race of people, living on the land that will be known as Alagaesia.
These people were the Kirillotanes, and looked just like you and me. The only difference was that instead of having rounded ears, they had pointed ears, like an elf. Also, they sported a pair of wings, sometimes white and feathery, sometimes black and red with a leathery touch.
But who were the saviors of the land? Who did everything that the Dragon Riders did?
There were a people. They were linked with huge birds of prey, larger than a dragon, and one of the most deadly animals ever to walk this earth.
Rocs.
The Kirillotanes shared a bond with these animals, and were their friends and allies. But these rocs were different. There was a roc for everything, such as water, time, war, fire, love…
Our adventure begins when a young Kirillotane, named Behsae, went out to consult the roc of love…
"Mother! I'm going for a bit of a fly!" Behsae said. She didn't want to tell her that she was going to the roc of love, so see if she should take the next step with her friend, Svren. Her mother didn't approve of the rocs. She said that their lives were up to the Fates. Behsae didn't care.
"Be careful! The roc of anger has been sighted around these parts!" was her mother's call. Behsae sighed. She loved her mother, but sometimes she gets a bit too mother hen-like. Maybe it's because I'm her only child, thought Behsae as she used her raven black wings to propel her into the air.
Flying was always an enjoyment in a Kirillotane's life. The feeling to be one with the air, to feel the wind on your face was always bliss.
Behsae flapped, and saw a huge pink building that was the temple of love. The roc of love loved to associate herself with Kirillotanes, so she set her temple here, in the small village of Ghajra. Because of this, the village is usually crowded.
Behsae landed on the porch of the temple. She paid the Donation of Broken hearts one fank, which was their currency. (AN: It's around worth a pound or 2 dollars.) Taking a deep breath, she walked into the temple.
The smell of incense hit Behsae like a rude person stretched their wings in her face. Pink lace was everywhere. Everything was red, purple or pink. A Love Guard, a priest of the roc of love guided her to the bird. Behsae gasped.
She had seen the roc of love before, but she always looked different. Today, she was a deep black, her feathers as dark as Behsae's. A pink love heart was on the bird's breast, as it was her symbol. The bird's black beak was curled proudly. Her eyes were a golden as honey.
The roc spoke.
"Ah, young one. Approach and ask me your question."
Behsae took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"If Svren really meant for me?"
The roc of love closed her eyes and exhaled. She seemed to hum a little.
She opened her beak and spoke.
"You will meet the one you desire very soon. You will take a perilous journey, and meet many other rocs. But the one you desire isn't not young Svren. He is of a noble birth, and is very capable. But he is also very proud, very arrogant. So watch what you say to certain people."
The ro started humming again. Behsae thought about the love prophecy.
"I'm sorry darling one, but I am needed somewhere else."
And with that, the roc got up, walked proudly to a uge window, and took off.
Behsae left the temple, a bit shaken up.
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