(Hey Guys, sorry for the short chapter this time, its also a bit exposition cramped, just trying to fit some of the lore of chapter 3 into the story since in this scenario chapter 3 in non canon. Luka ran of with Ilias so he never met Micaela and was told the story of the planet)
The dark sky outside the window was momentarily illuminated, the electric storm lighting the world as the following thunder shook the world around the sleepy village. The wind from the storm was so strong against the trees that they shook, smaller branches breaking away and disappearing into the murky sky. In a village hidden among the forests of Ilias someone watched the storm, a women of whose only notable features were her glum expression and flowing golden hair.
Tearing her vision away from the disappointing weather outside her windows the women took a seat in her chair near the fire, the warm glow only helping slightly chase away her unease. The storm was like any she had seen over the many long years she lived in this small hidden haven. Though the village was for the most part cut off from outside interaction, the news of the genocide happening beyond their borders had met her ears. The storm was no random freak event, it was the herald of an another history altering event...as to what she had no idea of knowing yet. Pondering what this new storm could possibly be foretelling the women was drawn by a small voice.
The young girl she had neglected to acknowledge for the last few minutes drew her attention with a worried frown "Is there something wrong miss Micaela"? The golden haired women turned back to face the young girl and smiled, her parents had left the village to patrol leaving the young elf in her care. She leaned over and gave the young girl a rub on the head, the child smiled her pointed ears twitching from the pressure. "No child everything is fine, I am just keeping an eye out for an new visitors" she sighed as the child frowned. She chided herself for not expressing the truth to the child, everyone in the village new of the impending attack even the children.
Sitting in the soothing glow of the embers wreathed in the stone hearth the girl yawned, as Micaela turned to look her small visitor in the eye the child smiled sleepily. Rolling her eyes and laughing the older women sighed "Come along child, let us get you to bed or you parents will have words for me". Leading the young elf down the solemn and empty corridor of her home Micaela opened a door into a side room, the space decorated only bed a small bed and table in the corner. As she lifted the young girl onto the ancient bed for sleep she felt her tiny hand on hers, the girl yawned "Tell me a story aunt Micaela...please"?
The last remark thrown in when her guardian rolled her eyes the older women relented, sitting down next to the elf Micaela began to think out loud. "A story...hmmm a good story for bedtime" she though as she ran a finger down her chin before latching onto a particular story. The story while not exactly happy was one she herself had only learned relatively recently in relation to her long life. Settling down in the bed next to the excited child she closed her eyes, coughing to clear her throat she began the story.
"Long age, before the time of man and monster, before even the gods of light and dark, this world came into being" she began, starting with the knowledge she told to all she took in since so long ago. She continued "The world was a truly dangerous place at this time, the land was born from fire and stone, the sea formed through the turbulence of the worlds first storms". The child laid back listening intently as he spoke on, "After a long time of the elements fighting for control of the new land, the turmoil ceased and life began to flourish". While she left out some steps in the process she continued "The first of the creatures to rise from the chaos was the massive reptiles, creatures who harnessed the chaos in new and destructive ways. They ruled the world for a very long time, when the false goddess came to earth they fought against her for control". She brushed a stray hair from her face and sighed "The long war ended eventually with their defeat, in mockery of their defeat the goddess divided their land into several smaller countries".
"At this time the other god, the one known as the dark god also took interest in the commotion coming from the now ancient planet she had been yet to touch, she came to the surface and saw the aftermath of the great war" Micaela spoke as the young girl listened entranced. "She took pity on the once mighty beings slaughtered in her rivals wake, she used their blood as a building blocks for some of her first monsters". Micaela smiled as she began to rub the girls hair "She expanded her army in the years to come after arrival, incorporating the blood of many species the light god came to love mammals to begin a new breed of monster to aid the first. After hundreds of years of trial and error both goddesses had build their races, Ilias in man and angel, the dark god in her monsters of all species".
She closed her eyes remembering the battle first hand "Both sides fought for as long as they could, both would not back down as the world they had altered began to break down again. In the destruction the dark serpent remembered the beauty of the world before their arrival, and how much their war had destroyed what nature had crafted to perfection". The small elf frowned sadly as they got to the part of the story all monster kind knew "The dark god was offered a choice by the false light god, seal herself and her kind and the world would be spared. Left with no alternative she gave up freedom to preserve the world she admired and protect her kin". The young elf suddenly poked her and she looked down "Auntie I already know this story, when are you gonna get to the interesting part"? Chuckling at the child's impatience she smiled "The past of our world is necessary in understanding the ending to legend I will now pass onto you young one".
She cleared her throat again and continued "A legend was born around the time of the end of the great monster war, a legend that had been kept secret by a select few since a time much earlier. A land forgotten by all life on the planet, the remnants of the original home of the massive beasts". The child's obvious renewed interest was pleasing as the older women spoke "Legend spoke of the time Ilias broke the world apart, at the center of the division a small chunk of land was left behind from the war. An island beyond the sight of mortals and even the goddess, a world that time had forgotten. A land where life returned to beasts previously slain, a land to dangerous for any other to tread". She gave a final look at the child and finished "Legends say that one day the broken land would return to the knowledge of man, and that the day this happened would mark the end of the rule of mortals on our world". Ending on a spooky note for effect she laughed as the young elf looked up nervously at her, she had never been very good with children and it would seem that her story skills would need to be honed. Proceeding to finish tucking the young girl into the old bed, she kissed the child on the head and let the light burn out.
Returning to the dark hall from whence she came she let her hands fall into the edges of her gown, the story she told the child while an interesting folktale to her was another matter entirely to Micaela. She still remembered the day her mother had shipped her and a band of soldiers to the cliffs of that forsaken isle, the screams of the young angels as they reached the top. The bloodied feathers that rained down on her as the screams became sickening crunches that echoed off the jagged rocks. The memory of that day had haunted her to the current day, her mother forbidding her to engage or return. It was much more convenient for the world to think that mighty Ilias had stricken down the great beasts of the world, but the monster had been less primitive then initially expected.
She had been a member of select few of all races that had agreed that the island would be better to fade from the knowledge of the world. The birds in the nearest village acting as the gatekeepers to the forgotten world. She rubbed her hands together as she remembered the conversation she had with the queen of the harpies a few weeks past. They had met to discuss the eventual return of Ilias's army to the continent, the bird had foolishly suggested that they flee for the island and take their chances. She had refused and told the younger women that honestly it would a more ideal outcome to just wait it out, though she had her doubts about how long her home would be hidden. She wished for her and her peers to live as long as they could, not have everyone she loved be potentially slaughtered in minutes.
Hugging her self in front of the flames she felt sleep begin to tug at her mind, deciding to push the terror of the past and uncertainty of the present aside in favour of preparing to meet the humans in combat eventually.