NOTE: Okay... So I've realized I've begun to get a bit silly with the titles... them being all stupid and all. I'm sure it'll get better. This one doesn't have much of anything in it. It introduces a new character and introduces the villain a little better.
The Heroine
Atop the high towers of Quer'Tana, a lone figure stood on her balcony on the highest level. The Mistress of Avians was beginning to notice changes in the climate of the world. The forests of Wirewood were beginning to stop growing. The great seas were changing into liquid metals. The swamps were beginning to be more dangerous for the plane walkers. Celena Schezar turned her back upon the realm of the earth. After all, the sky was her domain.
She walked into her elaborate bedchamber and pulled back the gossamer curtain surrounding her bed. She sat down on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs at the knee. The slowly setting sun was beginning to change the light blue of her bedchamber into almost blood red colors. She ran her fingers absentmindedly along the trim of those gossamer curtains.
She turned her mind once more on the ever-quickening changes upon the earth and what kind of effect it would have on her sky-bound minions. She swept back her long auburn-colored hair and tapped a slender finger against her jaw. She stood up once more and walked back onto the balcony. The glow of fire caught her eye and she looked into the forests. That seemed to be where all the action was these days. She held her hand up with her palm facing outward. Her index and middle finger were pointing up. She began a slow chant, the spidery words were flowing from her mouth and crawling around her fingers. An orb of energy, azure in color, began to build up at the end of her fingers and from that energy a murder of crows poured forth and began flying towards the fire.
Her minions would relay the information to her soon enough. She let a small sigh pass her lips as she leaned against the railing and watched the dark cloud of her crows fly until they disappeared in the distance. While waiting for the flock to return, she calmly traced the grains in the stone. The aged railing was feeling a bit warm to the touch she thought. The setting sun should be causing the temperatures to drop. She shielded her eyes and looked around for the source of the heat. Her eyes met with a metallic beast resting on the opposite end of the railing. She gave the contraption a sideways glance and narrowed her eyes.
The beast was made of varying metal parts that seemed to be strung together by bolts of lightning. It reared up on the back set of it's six legs and it's wings, made of electricity, flared out and the beast lifted off of the railing. It raised it's mechanical head and let out a series of beeping noises. The crackling of electricity and the sound of metal scraping against metal filled the beautiful spell-caster's ears. Her eyes widened as another dozen of the metal wasps flew into her room and began charring all of her precious linens with small lightning firing devices attached to their tails.
She howled and decided it would be best to no longer be in the room with the mechanical beasts and she made a running leap off the balcony. While free-falling she was pleased to see that her murder decided to make their reappearance. Each crow swooped down and grabbed onto a piece of Celena's clothing and was able to slow her descent until she reached the soft ground below.
While listening to the report from her crows and fuming about the loss of her fine linens, the mechanical wasps brought in the land-shapers to begin arranging the throne for their master. The land-shapers bit into the tower and little-by-little the tower began to mechanize. The stone transformed into steel and the various magical devices became useless pieces of metallic junk. Her bedchamber was rearranged so that the huge, hulking body of Memnarch would fit into the small room.
The sound of sizzling and cracking was heard in the silence of the room and a rip was torn in the air in the middle of the room. The metallic body of the being that was once a wizard stepped through the rip and the air soon mended itself after his dispersal. He looked around the room and silently agreed with the settings. His huge spider-like mechanical legs carried him to the edge of the balcony where he surveyed what he would claim to be his new kingdom. The world as these poor people knew it would soon dissolve and become a world of cold, hard steel. Like his home world, Memnarch would change this small clump of earth into another throne of metal. His cold calculating eyes narrowed and his head rolled back as he let out a maniacal laugh that echoed over the land.
Celena suddenly felt a chill descend upon her. Based on what her crows told her, a small resistance, comprised of rebellious band of elves and plague of nim, had begun to fight against the powers that be. She was currently en route to the main camp of this resistance and was intent on offering her services. Mounted on the back of her prized pegasus she could turn around and still see her tower, and on the balcony of the highest level of the tower she saw one figure. The iron spider known as Memnarch met her eyes and Celena could not stop herself from fainting.