Elden Ring II

by Robin171301

Many ages have passed in the Lands Between, now covered by a greater dark fog. The last Elden Lord vanished, after The Fall. The grace is fading and with it all hope of restoring peace, yet in this darkness lies one small glimmer hope, the Last Tarnished.

9. Chapter 85 to 87

Chapter 85: One Messed Up Family
Chapter Text Miquella's childlike voice rose above the din. "Malenia! Why didn't you tell me?"
Maeve whirled on Magnus. "You knocked up our sister and didn't say a damn word?"
Magnus and Malenia exchanged panicked glances.
Malenia sighed, "We... we wanted to be sure. To wait until the right moment."
"Right moment?" Radahn boomed. "By the Erdtree, when were you planning to tell us? When the babe was crowning?"
Godwyn raised his hands, trying to calm everyone. "Let's all take a breath—"
"Breathe?" Maeve snapped. "I'm going to be an aunt and you want me to breathe? Another demigod?"
Godwyn shot Magnus and Malenia a look, "while
Gradually, the shock gave way to excitement.
Miquella beamed, "I'm going to be an uncle!"
"Congratulations, you two," Messmer said softly, a rare smile on his face.
As the initial furor died down, Maeve narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute. How did you get the girls to keep quiet about this?"
Magnus and Malenia froze, looking at each other in horror.
"Oh, fuck," Magnus muttered.
Malenia groaned, "We... we haven't told them yet."
Silence fell for a moment before Maeve burst into laughter. "Oh, this is rich! You're in for it now, brother dear."
Radahn chuckled, "I almost want to be there when you break the news."
Magnus ran a hand through his hair. "We have to tell them tonight now, don't we?"
Malenia nodded, resignation in her voice. "Yes, love. I think we do."
As they prepared to leave, thanking Morana for the dinner, the air was filled with a mixture of excitement, amusement, and just a touch of dread for the conversation that lay ahead with their daughters.
Godwyn clapped Magnus on the back. "Good luck, brother. You're going to need it."
Magnus and Malenia entered the girls' chambers, bracing themselves for the usual cacophony of arguments. To their surprise, they found the room uncharacteristically peaceful.
"Girls?" Magnus called out. "Could you join us on the balcony for a moment?"
The five sisters exchanged curious glances before following their parents outside.
Malenia began, her voice gentle. "We want you to know how important you all are to us."
Magnus nodded, "You're our daughters in every way that matters."
Maureen, ever perceptive, narrowed her eyes. "What's going on?"
Malenia took a deep breath. "Well... we're going to have a baby."
There was a moment of stunned silence before the balcony erupted in joyous squeals.
"We're going to be big sisters!" Polyanna shouted, jumping up and down.
Millicent grinned, "I can't believe it! When? How long have you known?"
As Magnus and Malenia answered their rapid-fire questions, the initial excitement gave way to playful bickering.
"I bet I'll be the baby's favorite," Amy said confidently.
Maureen scoffed, "Please, I'll be teaching them everything they need to know."
"What should we name them?" Mary mused.
"Something fierce!" Polyanna suggested.
"Something elegant," Millicent countered.
The girls turned to Magnus. "Father, who do you think the baby will look more like?"
Magnus chuckled, "Well, I—"
"Obviously, they'll have Mother's hair," Maureen interrupted.
"But Father's wings!" Amy added.
As the girls continued their enthusiastic debate, Magnus and Malenia shared a relieved look. Their family was growing, and despite the challenges ahead, moments like these made it all worthwhile.
As the initial excitement settled, the girls' enthusiasm quickly morphed into their more typical argumentative state.
"I still say the baby should have a fierce name," Polyanna insisted, her wings fluttering with excitement. "Something like Thorngard or Stormblade!"
Maureen rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't be ridiculous. Our sibling deserves a name with grace. Perhaps Lucille or Jonah ."
"Both of those are terrible," Millicent chimed in, her prosthetic arm gesticulating wildly. "We should honor our family's legacy. What about Radagon for a boy or Marika for a girl?"
Mary shook her head firmly. "No, no, no. We need something unique, something that captures both our parents' essence. How about Angelrot?"
"Angelrot?" Amy's usually quiet voice rose in disbelief. "That sounds like a disease, not a name!"
The debate grew more heated, voices rising and overlapping as each sister fought to be heard.
"Well, your idea is stupid!" Polyanna shouted, giving Maureen a light shove.
Maureen stumbled back, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, that's it!" She lunged at Polyanna, tackling her to the ground.
Within moments, all five girls were entangled in a whirlwind of flailing limbs and fluttering wings. Fists flew, and indignant shrieks filled the air.
Magnus and Malenia watched the scene unfold, their expressions a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Should we..." Magnus began, gesturing towards the brawling sisters.
Malenia sighed, a small smile playing on her lips. "Give it a moment. They'll tire themselves out eventually."
As the scuffle continued, Magnus's brow furrowed with concern. "Girls," he called out, his voice cutting through the commotion. "Girls, please. Remember what we said about how important you all are to us?"
The fighting gradually subsided, five pairs of eyes turning to look at their father. To Magnus and Malenia's surprise, the girls burst into laughter.
Mary, still half-pinning Millicent to the ground, grinned up at them. "Oh, Father, we're not worried about being replaced!"
"Not at all," Maureen added, extricating herself from a headlock courtesy of Polyanna. "We're just excited!"
Amy nodded enthusiastically, her usually quiet demeanor forgotten in the moment. "This is how we show our happiness!"
Polyanna bounced to her feet, her hair a mess but her eyes shining. "Yeah! We're going to be the best big sisters ever!"
Millicent, straightening her clothes, added softly, "We know how much you love us. This baby is just... more love to go around, right?"
Magnus and Malenia exchanged a look, their hearts swelling with emotion. Without a word, they opened their arms wide, and in an instant, they were engulfed in a group hug, all five girls pressing close.
"We love you all so much," Malenia murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
Magnus's wings instinctively wrapped around the group, enveloping them all in a cocoon of soft white feathers. "You girls never cease to amaze us," he said, his voice filled with pride and affection.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the balcony fell silent save for the soft rustle of feathers and the distant sounds of the Haligtree. It was a moment of perfect harmony, a reminder of the strong bonds that held their unconventional family together.
After a long moment, Polyanna's voice piped up, slightly muffled against Magnus's chest. "So... can we still argue about the name?"
Magnus looked at each of his daughters in turn, his golden eyes shining. "Alright, let's hear those name ideas again. But this time, maybe we can discuss them without the physical demonstrations?"
The girls giggled and nodded, settling down in a circle on the balcony floor. As they began to excitedly share their ideas once more, Magnus and Malenia sat with them, listening to each suggestion with genuine interest and occasionally offering their own thoughts.
As dawn broke over the Haligtree, the air was filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The demigods and their closest allies gathered at the makeshift harbor, ready to see off the scouting parties that would venture into the uncertain lands beyond their sanctuary.
Gwen and Eleanora stood near the gangplank of Seroch and Elaine's ship, identical mischievous grins on their faces.
"Don't forget to write, lovebirds," Gwen called out, her spectral wings shimmering in the early morning light.
Eleanora chimed in, "And try to focus on the mission, not just each other!"
Seroch, his normally stoic demeanor cracking slightly, felt his cheeks warm. "We are professionals," he insisted, though his hand unconsciously sought out Elaine's.
Elaine, for her part, merely rolled her eyes at the teasing, a small smile playing on her lips. "We'll be sure to regale you with all the romantic details upon our return," she shot back sarcastically.
Nearby, Siluria and Devonia approached the ship, their Crucible Knight armor gleaming in the sun.
"May your journey be swift and your blades stay sharp," Siluria intoned solemnly, clasping forearms with both Seroch and Elaine in turn.
Devonia nodded in agreement. "Return to us with good news and better allies," she added, her voice carrying a hint of warmth beneath its usual gruffness.
As the two knights turned away, Eleanora's sharp eyes caught Siluria's gaze lingering on Radahn, who stood a short distance away in deep conversation with Gaius. A sly grin spread across Eleanora's face.
"My, my, Siluria," she purred, sidling up to the Crucible Knight. "Enjoying the view?"
Siluria's helm snapped back to face Eleanora, but not before a telltale flush crept up her neck. "I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered, uncharacteristically flustered.
Eleanora's grin widened. "Oh, I think you do. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me... for now."
Before Siluria could retort, a gust of wind announced Magnus's arrival. The demigod's white wings stirred up a small whirlwind as he landed gracefully on the deck of Seroch and Elaine's ship.
"My lord," Seroch said, bowing his head respectfully. "Is there something amiss?"
Magnus shook his head, a warm smile on his face. "Not at all, old friend. I simply wished to speak with you before you departed."
Reaching behind his back, Magnus produced a shimmering blade that seemed to flicker in and out of existence. The Phantom Blade, a weapon of legend that had accompanied Magnus on many of his early journeys.
"Seroch," Magnus began, his voice carrying the weight of ceremony, "you have served as the commander of my Host with unwavering loyalty and courage. It is time this blade found a new wielder, one worthy of its power and legacy."
Seroch's eyes widened in disbelief as Magnus extended the Phantom Blade towards him. "My lord, I... I am honored beyond words."
As Seroch grasped the hilt, the blade solidified, its ethereal glow pulsing in recognition of its new master. Magnus placed a hand on Seroch's shoulder, his golden eyes shining with pride and affection.
"You have earned this, my friend. May it serve you well on your journey and bring you safely back to us."
Seroch swallowed hard, overcome with emotion. "Thank you, Lord Magnus. I swear to wield it with honor and return to the Haligtree victorious."
With a final nod, Magnus spread his wings and took to the air, allowing the ship to begin its journey. As he rejoined his siblings on the shore, they watched the vessel slowly shrink into the distance.
As the last of the scouting parties set off, a mixture of hope and trepidation settled over the gathered demigods and their allies. They had set in motion a plan that could change the tide of their struggle, but only time would tell what fruits their efforts would bear.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its light over the Haligtree and the vast, uncertain lands beyond, the demigods turned back to their fortress. There was much work to be done, preparations to be made for whatever news their scouts might bring.
The courtyard of the Haligtree resonated with the clash of steel and the rush of wind as the five sisters engaged in their daily sparring session. Magnus and Maeve stood on a balcony overlooking the training ground, their keen eyes following every movement below.
Mary, her red hair tied back in a tight braid, moved with a grace that belied her young age. Her Dragon Great Katana whistled through the air as she parried an attack from Millicent, her footwork impeccable as she pivoted and countered.
"She's a natural," Magnus murmured, pride evident in his voice. "Her form is nearly flawless."
Maeve nodded in agreement. "She's got Malenia's talent, that's for sure. But look at Millicent - she's not making it easy for her."
Indeed, Millicent was proving to be a formidable opponent. Her prosthetic arm, far from being a hindrance, seemed to give her an edge in unpredictability. She wielded her Holy Shamshir with deadly precision, forcing Mary to stay on her toes.
Nearby, Maureen faced off against Amy, their contrasting styles creating an intriguing battle. Maureen, ever the strategist, wielded her Dawnspear with calculated moves. She kept her distance, analyzing Amy's patterns and looking for openings.
"Maureen needs to be more aggressive," Maeve commented. "All that thinking will get her skewered in a real fight."
Magnus chuckled. "Give her time. She's setting Amy up, watch."
As if on cue, Maureen feinted left, drawing Amy in. At the last second, she spun her spear, catching Amy off guard and nearly landing a hit.
Amy, for her part, remained patient. Her Sword of Darkness seemed to absorb the light around it as she moved with quiet determination. She didn't fall for Maureen's trick entirely, managing to dodge at the last second.
"Good recovery," Magnus nodded approvingly. "Amy's patience is improving. She used to rush in too quickly."
On the far side of the courtyard, Polyanna was a whirlwind of motion. Her Celestial Claws flashed in the sunlight as she unleashed a flurry of attacks against one of the training dummies. Her face was set in a determined scowl, sweat beading on her brow as she pushed herself to her limits.
"Polyanna's form is still too wild," Maeve observed critically. "She's leaving herself open."
From below, Gwen's voice rang out. "Polyanna, mind your footwork! You're overextending!"
Eleanora chimed in, addressing Maureen. "Don't get too caught up in planning. Sometimes you need to trust your instincts!"
The girls adjusted their stances and techniques in response to the guidance, the rhythm of their sparring evolving constantly.
As the session continued, Magnus and Maeve watched with a mixture of pride and critical assessment. Each girl showed remarkable progress, yet areas for improvement were clear.
Mary's katana clashed against Millicent's shamshir in a shower of sparks, their duel reaching a fever pitch. Maureen finally broke through Amy's defense with a clever feint, while Polyanna's relentless assault on the training dummy caused it to break. That did not stop her however as she jumped on top of it and continued her atack.
"They've come so far," Magnus said softly, his golden eyes shining with pride.
Maeve nodded, a rare smile gracing her features. "They have. But they've still got a long way to go if they're going to survive what's coming."
Millicent suddenly changed her rhythm, catching Mary off-guard. With a swift feint and a lightning-fast riposte, Millicent's Holy Shamshir found its mark, stopping just short of Mary's throat.
"Yield," Mary gasped, a mixture of frustration and admiration in her eyes.
On the other side of the courtyard, Amy's patience finally paid off against Maureen's calculated attacks. As Maureen lunged forward with her Dawnspear, Amy sidestepped at the last second, bringing her Sword of Darkness up in a swift arc.
"Clever girl," Maeve smirked. "She baited Maureen perfectly."
Magnus chuckled. "Maureen's not going to like that. She hates being outmaneuvered."
Indeed, Maureen's face showed a flash of annoyance as she conceded the match to Amy.
Next, Millicent faced off against Polyanna, whose eyes blazed with determination. Polyanna launched into a frenzied assault, her Celestial Claws a blur of motion.
"Too aggressive," Magnus sighed. "She's leaving herself wide open."
Maeve shook her head. "Millicent's going to exploit that in three... two... one..."
Right on cue, Millicent ducked under Polyanna's wild swing, swept her legs out from under her, and brought her Shamshir to Polyanna's chest. The match was over in seconds.
"Polyanna's got spirit," Magnus said, "but she needs to learn control."
The final match pitted Amy against Millicent. It was a study in contrasts - Amy's quiet patience against Millicent's fluid skill. For a while, they seemed evenly matched, neither giving ground.
"Amy's improved dramatically," Magnus observed. "She's holding her own against Millicent."
Maeve nodded. "True, but watch Millicent's eyes. She's reading Amy like a book."
As if on cue, Millicent suddenly changed her pattern, executing a complex series of moves that left Amy struggling to keep up. With a final, decisive strike, Millicent disarmed Amy, ending the match.
Magnus and Maeve exchanged a look of pride and concern.
"Millicent's skill is extraordinary," Magnus said. "She truly has Malenia's talent."
Maeve agreed. "But Mary still gives her the toughest fight. She knows all of Millicent's tricks."
"It's not just knowledge," Magnus mused. "Mary has that same fire, that same drive to excel. She pushes Millicent to her limits."
As if hearing their discussion, Mary stepped forward, her eyes locked on Millicent. "Sister," she called out, her voice ringing across the courtyard. "I challenge you to a rematch."
Millicent turned, a small smile playing on her lips. "Are you sure, Mary? You've already had quite a workout."
Mary's response was to raise her Dragon Great Katana, its blade gleaming in the fading light. "I'm sure. Unless you're afraid?"
Millicent's smile widened as she readied her stance. "Never."
As the two sisters faced off once more, the air in the courtyard crackled with anticipation. Gwen and Eleanora exchanged worried glances, while the other sisters gathered around to watch.
Magnus leaned forward, his wings rustling with excitement. "This should be interesting."
Gwen's voice rang out, sharp and clear. "Remember, Polyanna, this is what happens when you don't rush in blindly. Watch their footwork, their timing."
Polyanna huffed, crossing her arms. "I know, I know. But where's the fun in being all patient and stuff?"
Eleanora chuckled. "The 'fun' is in winning, little one. Now hush and watch your sisters."
As the duel began, the courtyard filled with the rhythmic clash of steel on steel. Millicent and Mary moved like mirror images, each anticipating the other's moves with uncanny precision.
"Ten gold pieces says Millicent takes it again," Maureen whispered to Amy.
Amy shook her head. "You're on. Mary's got that look in her eye."
For several minutes, the fight seemed evenly matched, with Millicent holding a slight edge. Her movements were fluid, her attacks precise, forcing Mary to remain on the defensive.
Suddenly, Mary's eyes flashed with determination. In a move that took everyone by surprise, she unfurled her wings, using them to propel herself into a backflip over Millicent's head.
"Hey!" Polyanna shouted. "That's cheating!"
Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Is it? I don't recall any rules against using all of your abilities."
Up on the balcony, Magnus and Maeve exchanged impressed looks.
Maeve smirked. Magnus nodded, pleased with her ingenuity.
Back in the courtyard, Millicent quickly recovered from her surprise. With a grin, she too summoned her wings, and the battle took to the air.
The fight transformed into a dazzling aerial dance. Feathers and sparks flew as the sisters clashed midair, their weapons ringing out with each impact. Mary's movements were graceful and unpredictable, clearly influenced by Magnus's fighting style. She used her wings not just for flight, but as weapons and shields, catching Millicent off guard more than once.
Millicent, while skilled in the air, couldn't quite match Mary's aerial agility. She compensated with quick, powerful strikes, forcing Mary to constantly adjust her position.
The other sisters watched in awe, their earlier bets forgotten as they marveled at the display above them.
"Now that's what I call a fight!" Polyanna exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.
As the duel reached its climax, Mary executed a complex series of moves. She feinted left, then used her wings to abruptly change direction, catching Millicent's blade with her own and twisting it out of her sister's grip. In the same fluid motion, she brought her katana to Millicent's throat.
For a moment, silence fell over the courtyard. Then, Millicent laughed, a sound of pure joy and admiration. "Well played, sister. I yield."
As they descended, the courtyard erupted in cheers and excited chatter. Gwen and Eleanora exchanged proud glances, while the other sisters rushed to congratulate both Mary and Millicent on their spectacular performance.
Up on the balcony, Magnus couldn't contain his smile. "She's combined our teachings beautifully. Mary's going to be a force to be reckoned with."
Maeve nodded, a rare look of approval on her face. "They all are, brother. They all are."
Maeve spoke, a hint of curiosity in her voice, "where's Malenia? I would have thought she'd be here to witness this display of skill."
Magnus let out a long-suffering sigh, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Miquella," he said simply, as if that one word explained everything.
Maeve's eyebrows shot up, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh? Do tell, brother dear."
"He practically dragged her away this morning," Magnus explained, a mixture of fondness and exasperation in his tone. "Insisted on examining her himself. Something about 'ensuring the optimal health of our newest family member.'"
Maeve couldn't contain her laughter, the sound ringing out across the balcony. "By the Erdtree, he seems more concerned about this child than either of you!"
Magnus nodded, a rueful smile on his face. "You have no idea. Last night, he visited our chambers four times. Four! Each time with a new theory or concern about the pregnancy."
"Four times?" Maeve's eyes widened in disbelief. "What could possibly warrant that many visits?"
"Oh, you know Miquella," Magnus chuckled. "First, it was about the proper nutritional balance for Malenia. Then, concerns about the effects of our divine nature on the child's development. After that, he had questions about the ideal temperature for the nursery. And finally, he wanted to discuss the potential magical abilities the child might inherit."
Maeve shook her head, still laughing. "I almost feel sorry for you two. Almost."
Meanwhile, in Miquella's private chambers, an entirely different scene was unfolding. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light emanating from Miquella's hands as he carefully examined Malenia. His childlike face was scrunched in concentration, his eyes closed as he focused on the magic flowing through his fingers.
Malenia lay on a comfortable couch, her red hair spread out like a fiery halo. Despite her usual stoic demeanor, there was a hint of nervousness in her golden eyes as she watched her twin brother work.
Morana stood nearby, her gloam-tinged eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "I truly am sorry again for revealing your secret, Malenia," she said softly. "I hope I didn't cause any undue stress."
Malenia turned her head slightly, offering her grandmother a small smile. "It's alright, truly. In a way, it made things easier. Breaking the news ourselves might have been... more challenging."
Miquella made a small huffing sound, not opening his eyes. "It would have been nice to be informed by my own twin, rather than finding out at a family dinner," he grumbled, though there was no real heat in his words.
Malenia reached out, gently patting her brother's arm. "I know, Miquella. We should have told you sooner. But you're certainly making up for lost time now, aren't you?"
Miquella didn't respond, his face a mask of concentration as his magic probed deeper. Malenia watched him anxiously, the seconds ticking by feeling like hours.
"Miquella?" she finally asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer. "Can you... can you see anything?"
For a moment, Miquella remained silent, his brow furrowed. Then, slowly, a smile began to spread across his face. He opened his eyes, meeting Malenia's gaze with a look of pure joy.
"Yes," he said softly, his voice filled with wonder. "I can see him, Malenia. It's a boy."
Malenia's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. "A boy?" she whispered, her hand instinctively moving to rest on her stomach.
Miquella nodded, his smile growing wider. "A strong, healthy boy. I can sense his essence, Malenia. He's... he's magnificent."
Tears welled up in Malenia's eyes, a mix of joy and overwhelming emotion. Morana stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on her granddaughter's shoulder.
"A great-grandson," Morana murmured, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. "What a blessing."
As the news sank in, the room seemed to fill with a warmth that had nothing to do with Miquella's magic. A new life, a new hope for their family and for the future of the Lands Between. In that moment, despite the challenges that lay ahead, the world seemed a little brighter, a little more full of possibility.
Malenia closed her eyes, a single tear escaping down her cheek. "A son," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and love. "Magnus and I are going to have a son."
Morana's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in slightly. "Have you thought of a name yet, my dear?"
Malenia shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "In truth, I haven't a clue. There are so many possibilities, so much significance to consider." She paused, her hand still resting protectively over her stomach. "I might let Magnus decide, or perhaps the girls. They've been so excited about the baby, it might be nice to involve them in such an important decision."
Miquella perked up, his childlike face alight with enthusiasm. "Oh! What about naming him after me? Miquella is a great name, after all. It would be fitting for the child of two such powerful beings."
Malenia turned to her twin, her expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Miquella, dear brother, as much as I love you, I don't think we'll be naming our son after you."
Miquella's face fell slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Well, it was worth a try," he said with a small shrug.
As Malenia sat up, smoothing down her dress, a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "I'm not sure how to tell Magnus," she mused, her voice soft. "Part of me wants to surprise him, to see the joy on his face when he learns it's a boy."
Miquella's eyes lit up once more. "Oh! You should reveal it at the next family dinner! Imagine the excitement, the drama-"
"Hush, Miquella," Malenia cut him off, though there was fondness in her tone. "The last thing we need is another dramatic revelation at a family gathering."
She stood, her movements graceful despite the slight swell of her belly. "I think I need some time to myself, to think about how best to share this news with Magnus."
Morana nodded understanding, stepping back to give Malenia space. "Of course, my dear. Take all the time you need. This is a precious moment, one to be savored."
As Malenia made her way to the door, Miquella called out, "Just remember, if you change your mind about the name-"
"Goodbye, Miquella," Malenia said firmly, but with a smile, as she left the room.
The door closed behind her, leaving Malenia alone in the hallway of the Haligtree. She leaned against the wall for a moment, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. A son.
Chapter 86: A Loving Family
Chapter Text Magnus strode through the winding passages of the Haligtree, his white wings folded neatly against his back. Gwen and Eleanora followed close behind, their steps in perfect sync with their lord's. The air was filled with a comfortable familiarity, though an undercurrent of unspoken emotions simmered beneath the surface.
"It's been too long since we've had a chance to talk like this," Magnus said, glancing back at his loyal archangels with a warm smile. "How have you both been faring?"
Gwen's spectral wings shimmered as she returned the smile. "We've been well, my lord. Though I must say, keeping up with the girls' training has been... quite the adventure."
Eleanora chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh yes, especially Polyanna. That girl has enough energy to rival a runaway Rune Bear."
Magnus laughed, the sound echoing through the hallway. "I can only imagine. Your patience with them is admirable."
As they walked, Eleanora found herself struggling to contain her excitement. She knew something Gwen didn't want revealed - her long-standing affection for Magnus. The urge to tease her friend was almost overwhelming, and she had to bite her lip to keep from giggling.
"Speaking of the girls," Magnus continued, oblivious to Eleanora's internal struggle, "Malenia and I have some news. We're expecting a child."
The words hung in the air for a moment. Eleanora's eyes widened, her gaze flickering to Gwen. She knew this news would be difficult for her friend to hear.
Gwen, however, maintained her composure admirably. Her smile remained in place, though there was a flicker of something - pain, perhaps, or resignation - in her eyes. "That's wonderful news, my lord," she said, her voice steady. "Congratulations to you both."
Eleanora quickly chimed in, hoping to divert attention from Gwen's reaction. "Oh, how exciting! The girls must be thrilled about having a new sibling."
Magnus nodded, his face beaming with pride and joy. "They are. Though I fear they might spoil the child rotten with their enthusiasm."
As they discussed potential training regimens, Gwen found herself watching Magnus, a bittersweet feeling in her chest. She knew her feelings for him could never be reciprocated, but seeing his excitement about his child with Malenia drove home the reality of the situation.
Eleanora, noticing her friend's subtle shift in mood, gently bumped Gwen's shoulder with her own. When Gwen glanced at her, Eleanora offered a small, supportive smile. It was a silent message of understanding.
As they neared Hewg's workshop, the sound of hammering grew louder. Magnus paused, turning to face his archangels fully.
"Thank you both," he said sincerely. "Not just for accompanying me today, but for everything you do. Your dedication to our family and our cause is invaluable."
Gwen and Eleanora bowed their heads slightly, touched by his words.
"It is our honor to serve, my lord," Gwen replied, her voice filled with genuine warmth despite her inner turmoil.
Eleanora nodded in agreement. "We'll always be here, ready to support you and your family in whatever way we can."
With a final smile, Magnus turned and entered Hewg's workshop, leaving Gwen and Eleanora in the hallway. As soon as he was out of earshot, Eleanora turned to Gwen, her eyes filled with concern.
"Are you alright?" she asked softly.
Gwen took a deep breath, then nodded. "I will be," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's... it's not easy, but I'm happy for them. Truly."
Eleanora wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulders. "You're stronger than you know, Gwen. And who knows? Maybe there's someone out there for you too, just waiting to be found."
As Magnus stepped into Hewg's workshop, the air thick with the scent of hot metal and coal, the rhythmic sound of hammering momentarily ceased. Hewg, his gnarled hands still gripping his hammer, looked up from his anvil with a gruff expression.
"Well, well," Hewg's gravelly voice rang out, laced with his characteristic dry humor. "If it isn't the Bright Lord himself, gracing my humble forge with his presence. To what do I owe this honor? Run out of feathers to preen?"
Magnus chuckled, used to Hewg's sarcastic manner. "Always a pleasure, Hewg. I was told you had something for me?"
Hewg grunted, setting down his hammer and moving to a nearby workbench. He returned with a magnificent longaxe, its blade gleaming in the forge's firelight. The handle was intricately carved, inlaid with gold that seemed to pulse with an inner light.
"Here," Hewg said, presenting the weapon. "Made to your specifications."
Magnus took the axe, marveling at its perfect balance and the craftmanship of its design. "Hewg, this is extraordinary. Thank you."
Hewg scoffed, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Not for you, ye great winged fool. It's for the golden boy. You're just the messenger."
Realization dawned on Magnus's face, followed by a grin. "Ah, for Godwyn. Of course. I'll make sure he receives it."
"See that you do," Hewg grumbled, already turning back to his anvil. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got work to do. These weapons won't forge themselves, you know."
With that, Hewg resumed his hammering, the conversation clearly over. Magnus, still smiling, made his way back to the workshop entrance where Gwen and Eleanora waited.
"Change of plans," Magnus announced, holding up the axe. "We need to pay Godwyn a visit."
Gwen and Eleanora's eyes widened as they took in the magnificent weapon. The longaxe was truly a work of art, its design reminiscent of the legendary axe wielded by Godfrey, the First Elden Lord.
"It's beautiful," Gwen breathed, her spectral wings shimmering with admiration.
Eleanora nodded in agreement. "Hewg has outdone himself this time. It's clearly meant to evoke Godfrey's axe, isn't it?"
Magnus hefted the weapon, testing its weight. "I believe that was Hewg's intent, yes. A fitting weapon for Godwyn, don't you think?"
Magnus rounded the corner into one of the Haligtree's lush gardens, the vibrant foliage a stark contrast to the usual war room setting where Godwyn could often be found. He spotted his brother standing near a cascading waterfall, his golden armor gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above.
With a gentle nod, Magnus dismissed Gwen and Eleanora, who bowed respectfully before departing. He then approached Godwyn, the magnificent longaxe held before him.
Godwyn turned at the sound of footsteps, his eyes immediately drawn to the weapon in Magnus's hands. A flicker of recognition, followed by a mix of emotions, crossed his face.
"Brother," Godwyn greeted, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "I see Hewg has finished his work."
Magnus nodded, holding out the axe. "Indeed he has. It's a masterpiece, Godwyn. Truly worthy of you."
Godwyn hesitated, his hand hovering near the weapon's handle. "It's... it's remarkably similar to my father's axe, isn't it?"
"That was Hewg's intent, I believe," Magnus said softly. Seeing Godwyn's continued hesitation, Magnus gently pressed, "Take it, brother. It was made for you."
After a moment's more pause, Godwyn finally grasped the handle. As soon as his fingers closed around it, the axe came to life, golden lightning crackling along its blade. The surge of power was palpable, causing both brothers to intake a sharp breath.
"By the Erdtree," Godwyn whispered, his eyes wide with awe. "It's... it's incredible."
Magnus smiled, genuine joy in his voice. "It suits you perfectly. A marvelous weapon for a marvelous warrior."
Godwyn nodded, a small smile finally breaking through his serious demeanor. "Thank you, Magnus. And please, convey my gratitude to Hewg as well."
As Godwyn began to test the axe's weight and balance, Magnus glanced around the garden, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I must say, brother, I'm surprised to find you here instead of hunched over maps in the war room. What's the occasion?"
Godwyn chuckled, a rare sound that lightened his usually stern features. "Ah, well... Let's just say Lansseax can be very persuasive when she puts her mind to it. She insisted I take a break, get some fresh air."
Magnus's eyebrows shot up in amusement. "Did she now? Well, remind me to thank her later. It's good to see you relaxing, even if just for a moment."
Godwyn's expression softened as he looked out over the garden. "She's right, of course. I do feel... clearer after spending some time here. The Haligtree truly is a marvel, isn't it?"
Magnus nodded, moving to stand beside his brother. "That it is. A testament to Miquella's vision."
"So," Magnus said after a while, a hint of teasing in his voice, "shall we head back to the war room? Or would you like me to fetch Lansseax to order you to relax some more?"
Godwyn laughed, shaking his head. "No need for that. A few more minutes here, I think, then we can return to our duties. Care to join me, brother?"
Magnus smiled, his wings rustling slightly as he settled in. "It would be my pleasure, Godwyn. It would be my pleasure."
The two brothers settled on a nearby stone bench, the new axe resting across Godwyn's lap. The gentle sound of flowing water from the nearby waterfall provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation.
Godwyn sighed, running a hand through his golden hair. "I must admit, Magnus, I'm growing increasingly concerned about Maeve and Messmer."
Magnus nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Maeve's recent actions were... reckless, to say the least."
"Indeed," Godwyn agreed. "It's not just the impulsiveness that worries me. It's the darkness they both carry. I fear it may lead them down a dangerous path."
Magnus was quiet for a moment before responding. "I understand your concerns, brother. But we must remember, that darkness is also a part of what makes them strong. It's about finding balance."
Godwyn nodded slowly. "You're right, of course. It's just... challenging at times."
Sensing the need for a change in subject, Magnus asked, "And what of you and Lansseax? How fares your relationship?"
A slight flush colored Godwyn's cheeks. "It's... progressing. The initial awkwardness has faded, thankfully."
Magnus raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh? And what new awkwardness has taken its place?"
Godwyn chuckled, shaking his head. "It's different now. We were friends for so long. And now, feeling this way for each other... it's wonderful, but it takes some getting used to."
"I can imagine," Magnus said softly. "But it's good to see you happy, brother."
Godwyn's expression softened. "Thank you, Magnus. And what of you and Malenia? How is she faring?"
Magnus's brow furrowed slightly. "To be honest, I haven't seen her since earlier today. Miquella whisked her away for some examination or other."
"Ah," Godwyn nodded knowingly. "Our dear brother does tend to be... thorough in his concern."
A comfortable silence fell between them for a moment before Godwyn spoke again, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Do you ever wonder what Mother would think? About all of this... about your child?"
Magnus's golden eyes grew distant, a mixture of emotions playing across his face. "I'd like to think she'd be happy. Proud, even."
Godwyn nodded in agreement. "Yes, I believe she would be. A grandchild... it's a sign of hope, isn't it? A future to fight for."
"It is," Magnus said softly. "Though I must admit, the thought of fatherhood is both exhilarating and terrifying."
Godwyn laughed, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "If anyone is up to the task, it's you, Magnus. You've already proven yourself with the girls."
Magnus smiled gratefully. "Thank you, brother. Your support means more than you know.".
Godwyn finally stood, hefting the new axe with ease. "Well, I suppose we should return to our duties. Lansseax will be pleased to know I actually took a break."
As they made their way back towards the war room, both brothers felt refreshed and reinvigorated. The conversation had strengthened their bond, reminding them that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
The courtyard echoed with the twang of bowstrings and the clatter of arrows as Loretta oversaw the training of a group of Albinauric archers. Her spectral form shimmered in the sunlight as she moved among the trainees, offering guidance and corrections.
Radahn stood nearby, his imposing figure a stark contrast to the smaller Albinaurics. His red mane billowed in the breeze as he attempted to teach a subset of the group the basics of gravity magic.
"Feel the pull of the earth," Radahn instructed, his deep voice patient. "Now, imagine bending that force to your will."
The Albinaurics furrowed their brows in concentration, their hands outstretched. Despite their efforts, only the faintest flickers of purple energy manifested around their fingertips.
Loretta approached Radahn, her ethereal voice tinged with amusement. "It seems gravity magic proves more challenging than the bow for our friends."
Radahn nodded, a rueful smile on his face. "Indeed. But their determination is admirable."
Suddenly, a purple streak shot across the courtyard, knocking over a row of targets with a resounding crash. Radahn and Loretta whirled around to see Maureen standing at the far end of the yard, her hand still outstretched and a sheepish grin on her face.
"My apologies, Uncle Radahn, Lady Loretta," Maureen called out, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "I couldn't resist showing off a bit."
Radahn's booming laugh filled the air. "Well done, Maureen! Come, join us."
As Maureen jogged over, Radahn turned to the awestruck Albinaurics. "After Godfrey's attack on the Haligtree, young Maureen here came to me, eager to learn the ways of gravity magic."
Maureen nodded, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "It wasn't easy at first. I struggled for weeks just to lift a pebble."
Radahn placed a massive hand on her shoulder. "But she persevered. Through dedication and practice, she's become quite adept."
Loretta tilted her head, curiosity in her spectral eyes. "Perhaps, Lord Radahn, Maureen could assist in the instruction? A perspective closer to their own might prove beneficial."
Radahn's face lit up at the suggestion. "An excellent idea! Maureen, would you be willing to help teach your fellow students?"
Maureen's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and excitement on her face. "Me? Teach? I... I'd be honored, Uncle Radahn!"
Turning to the Albinaurics, Maureen's expression grew more serious, reminiscent of her mother's determination. "Alright, let's start with the basics."
As Maureen began her impromptu lesson, Radahn and Loretta exchanged pleased glances.
Radahn watched proudly as his niece guided the trainees, her patience and enthusiasm reminiscent of his own teaching style. "She's a natural teacher," he murmured to Loretta.
Loretta nodded in agreement. "Indeed. It seems the next generation may surpass even our expectations, Lord Radahn."
As the evening settled over the Haligtree, Magnus found himself in his and Malenia's chambers, surrounded by the excited chatter of their daughters. The girls were animatedly discussing all the things they could teach their future sibling.
"I'll teach them how to wield a sword properly," Mary declared, her eyes shining with determination.
Maureen chimed in, "And I'll make sure they know all about the history of the Lands Between!"
"Don't forget about how to blend in," Amy added quietly, a small smile on her face.
The door opened, and Malenia entered, her presence immediately drawing everyone's attention. Her golden eyes held a mix of nervousness and excitement as she surveyed the scene before her.
"Girls," Malenia said, her voice gentle but firm, "could you give your father and me a moment alone? But don't go too far, I'd like to speak with you all afterward."
The girls exchanged curious glances but nodded, filing out of the room with only minor grumbling from Polyanna about missing out on the good stuff.
As the door closed behind them, Malenia moved to sit beside Magnus on their bed. She took his hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with his.
"Magnus," she began, her voice soft, "I wanted to do some grand surprise, but... well, you know I'm not very good at those things." She let out a small, nervous laugh.
Magnus squeezed her hand encouragingly. "Whatever it is, my love, you can tell me."
Malenia took a deep breath, her golden eyes meeting his. "Magnus... we're having a son."
Magnus's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "A son? Are... are you certain?"
Malenia nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Yes, Miquella confirmed it earlier today. We're going to have a little boy."
In an instant, Magnus had enveloped Malenia in a tight embrace, his wings instinctively wrapping around them both. "A son," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and joy. "Oh, Malenia..."
They held each other for a long moment, both overcome with emotion. When they finally pulled apart, Magnus's eyes were shining with unshed tears of happiness.
Malenia reached up, gently cupping his cheek. "I thought perhaps you or the girls might like to choose a name for him. I... I'm not very good at these things."
Magnus was quiet for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Then, without hesitation, he spoke. "Rhaegon."
Malenia tilted her head, curiosity in her eyes. "Rhaegon?"
Magnus nodded, a soft smile on his face. "Yes, in honor of Radagon. I think... I think he would be proud to have a grandson named after him."
Malenia considered this, her hand unconsciously moving to rest on her stomach. "Rhaegon," she repeated, testing the name. A smile spread across her face. "I like it. It's strong, yet not overbearing. A good name for a child of our lineage."
Magnus placed his hand over hers on her stomach. "Little Rhaegon," he murmured, his voice filled with love and wonder.
They sat there for a moment, basking in the joy of their shared secret. Then Malenia chuckled softly.
"We should probably tell the girls now," she said. "Before they burst in here demanding to know what's going on."
Magnus laughed, nodding in agreement. "You're right. Shall we call them back in?"
As Malenia opened the door, there was a sudden commotion as five bodies tumbled into the room, a tangle of limbs. The girls quickly scrambled to their feet, trying to regain their composure.
Malenia raised an eyebrow, her voice tinged with amusement. "Were you all listening at the door?"
"No!" Polyanna exclaimed a bit too quickly.
"Absolutely not," Mary added, straightening her clothes.
Amy and Millicent exchanged guilty glances, while Maureen suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.
Malenia shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "Never mind. Come in, all of you. Your father and I have something to tell you."
As the girls filed in, trying to look innocent, Magnus couldn't help but chuckle.
"Now then," Malenia continued, her voice warm, "why don't you continue telling me what you'd like to teach your little brother, Rhaegon?"
For a moment, the girls began chattering excitedly, picking up where they left off earlier.
"I'll teach him how to use a bow!" Polyanna declared.
"And I'll show him all the best hiding spots in the Haligtree," Amy added softly.
Suddenly, Maureen's eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait!" she exclaimed, holding up her hands. "Did you say... brother? Rhaegon?"
A hush fell over the room as realization dawned on each of the girls in turn. Their eyes grew wide, darting between Magnus and Malenia.
Millicent was the first to break the silence. "We're... we're going to have a little brother?"
Malenia nodded, her smile radiant. "Yes, you are. Your father and I are having a son."
The room erupted into joyous chaos. The girls squealed with delight, jumping up and down and hugging each other.
"A brother! We're going to have a little brother!" Millicent cried out, her prosthetic arm waving excitedly.
"And his name is Rhaegon? That's so cool!" Polyanna added, her wings fluttering with excitement.
Maureen's mind was already racing. "Oh, there's so much we need to teach him! History, magic, combat techniques..."
"I'll show him how to use his wings properly," Mary declared proudly.
Amy, usually the quietest, spoke up. "I... I can teach him to be observant, to see what others miss."
Magnus and Malenia exchanged amused glances as their daughters continued to excitedly list all the things they wanted to teach their future brother.
"Girls, girls," Magnus finally intervened, his voice filled with laughter. "Rhaegon isn't even born yet. There will be plenty of time for all of that."
Malenia nodded in agreement. "Your brother will be lucky to have such enthusiastic teachers. But for now, let's focus on preparing for his arrival, shall we?"
The girls nodded eagerly, their minds already whirling with plans and ideas for their new sibling.
As the excited chatter continued, Magnus wrapped an arm around Malenia's waist, pulling her close. They watched their daughters with love and pride, both imagining how their family would grow and change with the addition of little Rhaegon.
Three weeks had passed since the scouting parties were dispatched, and the Haligtree buzzed with anticipation as reports trickled in. Most of the scouts had returned, each bringing news that painted a complex picture of the world beyond their sanctuary.
Gaius's expedition to Caelid had been particularly successful. He had not only located the surviving Redmanes but managed to convince them to return to the Haligtree. However, the Sellian sages proved more reluctant, choosing to remain in their dangerous homeland despite the dangers.
The northern expedition yielded surprising results. What they had initially believed to be Golden Order fundamentalists turned out to be former Bloody Fingers, now engaged in the precarious task of taming dragons.
In Caelid, the Cleanrot Knights had been located, but approaching them proved challenging. Their loyalty to Malenia remained strong, yet they were wary of outsiders after all they had endured.
The Leyndell Knights, ever devoted to protocol, demanded irrefutable proof of Godwyn's survival before they would even consider leaving their posts. Their steadfast adherence to duty was admirable, if somewhat frustrating given the circumstances.
Now, as the sun began to set over the Haligtree, a small group gathered at the docks. Magnus stood tall, his white wings folded neatly behind him. Beside him, Godwyn's golden armor gleamed in the fading light. Malenia, her pregnancy now more visible, leaned slightly against Magnus for support.
Eleanora, Siluria, Devonia, and Gwen formed a protective semicircle around the demigods, their eyes scanning the horizon. The tension in the air was palpable as they awaited the arrival of the final scouting party.
"They've been spotted," Gwen announced, her spectral wings shimmering with anticipation. "A patrol ship confirmed it's Seroch and Elaine's vessel."
Malenia's hand tightened on Magnus's arm. "It's about time. I was beginning to worry."
Godwyn nodded gravely. "Indeed. Their delay is... concerning."
As they watched, a ship slowly came into view, its sails billowing in the wind. The vessel bore signs of a difficult journey - torn sails, scorch marks on the hull - but it was unmistakably the ship that had carried Seroch and Elaine on their mission to the Weeping Peninsula.
Magnus's golden eyes narrowed as he studied the approaching ship. "Something's not right," he murmured. "They look like they've been through quite a battle."
As the ship docked, the atmosphere on the pier shifted from anticipation to concern. Wounded knights and warriors began to disembark, their injuries telling a tale of a harrowing journey. While most seemed to have weathered the ordeal relatively well, it was the final pair to emerge that sent a shockwave through the waiting group.
Elaine, her armor scuffed and dented, supported a grievously wounded Seroch. The once-proud commander was now a shadow of his former self, missing his left arm and left eye. The sight of their stalwart friend so grievously injured struck the group like a physical blow.
"Seroch!" Gwen and Eleanora cried out in unison, rushing forward to assist Elaine in supporting their injured comrade.
Magnus's voice cut through the shocked silence, sharp with urgency. "Siluria, fetch Miquella immediately!"
As Siluria sprinted off, Magnus approached Seroch, his hands already glowing with healing energy. "What in the name of the Erdtree happened?" he demanded, his voice a mixture of concern and controlled anger.
Elaine, her face etched with exhaustion and worry, began to explain. "The fleet... it wasn't there, my lord. We searched, but found no trace. As we began our journey back, we were ambushed."
"Ambushed?" Godwyn interjected, his brow furrowed. "By whom?"
"A hornsent," Elaine continued, her voice tight. "He had gathered mercenaries, seeking revenge. We were outnumbered, outmaneuvered..."
Magnus cursed under his breath, his hands still working to ease Seroch's pain. "Seroch, old friend, can you hear me? Are you alright?"
Seroch's remaining eye focused on Magnus with difficulty. He tried to speak, but only a weak mumble escaped his lips.
Panic flashed across Elaine's face. "Please," she pleaded, turning to Malenia, "my lady, can you help him? He's getting worse..."
Malenia stepped forward. "We'll do everything we can," she assured Elaine, though concern was evident in her golden eyes.
Magnus looked up. "Get him to the infirmary immediately. Miquella will meet us there."
The war room was thick with tension as the demigods gathered around the large central table. Maps and reports were scattered across its surface, the weight of recent events hanging heavily in the air.
Miquella entered last, his childlike face etched with concern. "Seroch is stable," he announced, his voice carrying a mix of relief and resignation. "But I'm afraid his arm and eye are lost to us. He'll need a prosthetic, and I believe I can craft an enchanted eye to replace the one he's lost."
Magnus nodded gratefully. "Thank you, brother. Your skills may have saved his life."
As Miquella took his place at the table, the discussion turned to their next moves.
Messmer, his golden eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, stepped forward. "I volunteer to lead the hunt for the Hornsent. My skills are well-suited for tracking such a foe."
Magnus's wings rustled with agitation. "I should go. Seroch is my commander, my friend-"
"No," Malenia interjected firmly, placing a hand on his arm. "You swore to remain here while the others handled their expeditions. We need you here."
Magnus sighed, reluctantly nodding his agreement.
Malenia straightened, her voice filled with determination. "I will take my Cleanrot Knights to find our lost sisters in Caelid. They may respond better to my presence."
Radahn's deep voice rumbled through the room. "And I shall return to Caelid as well. The Sellian sages may be more inclined to listen to reason if I speak to them personally."
Godwyn, his new axe at his side, spoke next. "It seems I have no choice but to address the Leyndell Knights myself. Their loyalty is admirable, but we need their strength here."
Maeve, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally spoke up. "I'll lead a group to the Mountaintops. Those former Bloody Fingers might respond better to someone with... a darker touch."
The room fell silent as each demigod contemplated the tasks ahead. The dangers were clear, but so was the necessity of their missions.
Miquella nodded in agreement. "I'll remain here with Magnus, continuing my work on fortifying the Haligtree and researching ways to combat the Frenzied Flame."
As the meeting drew to a close, each demigod began to prepare for their respective missions. The atmosphere was somber yet determined.
As the demigods filed out of the war room, Maeve caught up with Magnus and Malenia in the corridor. Her crimson eyes held a mixture of determination and something else - perhaps excitement?
"Brother, sister," Maeve began, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "I have a request."
Magnus and Malenia exchanged a glance before turning their full attention to Maeve.
"What is it?" Magnus asked, curiosity evident in his tone.
Maeve took a deep breath. "I'd like to borrow the Archangels for my mission to the Mountaintops. All of them... including the girls."
Magnus's wings rustled with surprise, while Malenia's brow furrowed with concern.
"The girls?" Malenia repeated, her hand instinctively moving to her swollen belly. "Maeve, they're still so young..."
Maeve held up a hand, her voice growing more confident. "I know, I know. But hear me out. This would be an invaluable experience for them. The mistakes of the past won't be repeated - I'll personally ensure their safety."
She paused, then added, "Plus, Eleanora's experience with the Bloody Fingers could prove crucial in our negotiations."
Magnus's expression grew troubled at the mention of Eleanora. "She's worked hard to put that part of her life behind her, Maeve. She's found peace here..."
"I understand," Maeve nodded, her voice softening slightly. "But her insights could make all the difference. And isn't this what we've been preparing them for? To face the challenges of our world?"
Magnus and Malenia shared another look, silently communicating in the way only long-time partners can. After a moment, Magnus sighed.
"You make a compelling argument, sister," he admitted. "But the final decision rests with the girls and Eleanora themselves. If they agree, then... then you have our blessing."
Maeve's face lit up with a rare, genuine smile. "Thank you. I promise, I'll guard them with my own life."
As Maeve turned to leave, Malenia suddenly winced, her hand pressing more firmly against her stomach. A sharp pain lanced through her, causing her to inhale sharply.
Magnus was immediately at her side, his arm supporting her. "Malenia? What's wrong?"
Maeve paused, concern flashing across her face. "Is it the baby?"
Malenia took a few deep breaths as the pain subsided. "I'm fine," she insisted, though her voice was strained. "Just a momentary discomfort. It's passed now."
Magnus's brow remained furrowed with worry. "Perhaps we should have Miquella take a look-"
"No," Malenia cut him off firmly. "I'm fine, truly. Let's not trouble Miquella over nothing."
Though clearly unconvinced, Magnus nodded reluctantly. "Alright. But if it happens again..."
"Then I'll see Miquella immediately," Malenia promised, her tone softening. She turned to Maeve. "Thank you for your concern, sister. Now, go prepare for your mission. We have much to do."
As Maeve departed, Magnus gently guided Malenia towards their chambers.
Once inside their room, Magnus helped Malenia settle onto their bed. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked softly, his golden eyes searching hers.
Malenia managed a small smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I'm sure. Rhaegon is just reminding us of his presence, that's all."
In their chambers, Magnus paced back and forth, his wings twitching with nervous energy. "Malenia, please reconsider. I could go to Caelid in your stead. The Cleanrot Knights would understand-"
Malenia shook her head firmly, her golden eyes flashing with determination. "No, Magnus. They are my knights. My responsibility. They've remained loyal all this time, waiting for me. I won't send anyone else in my place."
Magnus ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. "But in your condition-"
"I'm pregnant, not invalid," Malenia interrupted, her tone softening slightly. "Besides, they would only truly trust me or Miquella. And I won't risk sending him to Caelid."
Magnus sighed deeply, knowing he couldn't sway her. "You're right, of course. I just... I worry."
Malenia stood, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "I know, my love. But this is something I must do."
Meanwhile, in one of the Haligtree's training grounds, Maeve landed gracefully near where Gwen and Eleanora were overseeing the girls' practice. Her dark wings folded neatly behind her as she approached.
"How's Seroch?" Maeve asked, genuine concern in her voice.
Gwen nodded solemnly. "He'll recover. Elaine hasn't left his side."
Eleanora added, "Miquella's working on a prosthetic arm for him. He's in good hands."
Maeve nodded, then straightened, her demeanor shifting to one of authority. "I have a proposition for you both. I'm leading a mission to the Mountaintops, and I want you with me."
Eleanora's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her face. "The Mountaintops? Where the former Bloody Fingers are?"
Maeve nodded. "Your experience could be invaluable, Eleanora."
After a moment's hesitation, Eleanora nodded. "Alright. I'll come."
Maeve then turned to Gwen, a hint of their shared past in her eyes. "And you, my former elite? Will Magnus's angel join her old mistress on this mission?"
Gwen's spectral wings shimmered as she considered. Finally, she nodded. "I'm with you, Lady Maeve."
Satisfied, Maeve turned her attention to the training grounds below. With a powerful beat of her wings, she sent a gust of wind that knocked the girls off their feet.
As they scrambled up, cursing colorfully, Maeve landed among them, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Language, nieces," she chided playfully. "Is that any way to greet your favorite aunt?"
"Favorite?" Polyanna grumbled, dusting herself off. "More like most annoying."
Maeve grinned. "How would you like to put all that training to use? I'm leading a mission to the Mountaintops, and I want you all with me."
The girls' eyes widened, excitement replacing their annoyance.
"A real mission?" Mary asked, her voice filled with anticipation.
"With you?" Millicent added, her prosthetic arm glinting in the sunlight.
Maeve nodded. "What do you say? Ready to show the Lands Between what you're made of?"
The girls exchanged glances, then turned back to Maeve with determined grins.
"We're in!" they chorused.
As Maeve began outlining the mission to her eager nieces, Gwen and Eleanora exchanged worried glances. This expedition would be dangerous, no doubt, but it was also an opportunity for the girls to prove themselves.
The Haligtree was rampant with preparations, each group readying for their respective missions. The air was thick with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as the unconventional family they had become.
Yet unbeknownst to them all, an insidious presence had entered their home. It lurked through the Haligtree, whispering false promises to the people of the Haligtree.
"Do not fear." The voice whispered to an old man. "Death is not the end. Through me... it can become a glorious new beginning." The old man shrunk back in fear, he didn't know what was happening. He coughed up blood and felt a tightness in his chest. He had been dying for weeks now. He knew his end was near. He glanced over at his daughter who was taking care of her four children. Her husband had died serving the demigods, and soon she would be all alone.
The old man looked at the fiery shadow that spoke to him. "What must I do?"
Somehow, the shadow smiled. "Embrace chaos."
The old man gave in and almost immediately he felt better. He ceased coughing, stood upright without pain for the first time in he isn't sure how long. He looked at the shadow smiling, yet the smile faded as the shadow coiled close to him. He felt a searing pain behind his eyes. "Find me more souls willing to embrace thine chaos."
The old man did as his new master commanded. Dozens of people flocked to the old man, believing him when he spoke of a new salvation as they saw how he had miraculously recovered. The shadow was beside him with each soul, he planted the seeds of chaos, of distrust, of madness in each of them. Soon, it would overthrow these petty demigods and have it's vengeance upon them for their... it paused as it heard an old woman speaking loudly of some joyous news that was spreading throughout the Haligtree.
As it heard the news, the shadow grinned, the flame of frenzy grinned... "a child of the demigods?"
Chapter 87: A Night of Sorrow
Chapter Text The corridors of the Haligtree were eerily quiet in the dead of night, save for the soft, labored breathing of Malenia as she made her way through the shadowy passages. Her hand was pressed against her swollen belly, her face contorted with pain she was desperately trying to conceal.
She had been having pains, but for some reason on this night, it had gotten excruciatingly worse.
As she rounded a corner, she nearly collided with Lansseax. The dragon eyes widened with concern as she took in Malenia's condition.
"My lady," Lansseax said softly, quickly moving to support Malenia. "You shouldn't be wandering alone in your state. Here, let's sit you down."
Gently, Lansseax helped Malenia to a nearby bench, her scaled hands surprisingly gentle as she eased the expectant mother onto the seat.
"I'm fine," Malenia insisted, though her labored breathing betrayed her discomfort. "I just... needed some air."
Lansseax raised an eyebrow but didn't press the issue. Instead, she sat beside Malenia, her presence comforting and steady.
"I haven't had the chance to properly congratulate you and Magnus," Lansseax said after a moment. "I'm truly happy for you both. I always knew Magnus would want a son."
Malenia chuckled softly, some of the tension easing from her face. "You could tell, could you? Funny, when we discussed it before, he said he'd have preferred to wait until after this war was over."
Lansseax's laugh was warm and rich. "Oh, that does sound like him. Always trying to be responsible. Though," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Magnus was never particularly great at... shall we say, timing his retreats."
Malenia's cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement coloring her features. "Lansseax!" she exclaimed, though she couldn't help but join in the laughter.
Their mirth was cut short as Malenia suddenly doubled over, a sharp cry of pain escaping her lips. The discomfort she had been trying to hide could no longer be concealed.
Lansseax's demeanor instantly shifted from jovial to serious. "My lady, this is no mere discomfort. We need to get you to Miquella immediately."
"No, I'm fine, truly," Malenia tried to protest, but her words were weak and unconvincing.
Lansseax shook her head firmly. "This is not up for debate. You're in pain, and something could be wrong with the child. We're going to Miquella, now."
Without waiting for a response, Lansseax gently but firmly helped Malenia to her feet. Supporting much of the demigod's weight, she began guiding her towards Miquella's chambers.
As they made their way through the Haligtree, Malenia leaned heavily on Lansseax, her breath coming in short gasps. The dragon face was set in determination, her eyes scanning ahead for the quickest route.
"Lansseax," Malenia whispered between pained breaths, "thank you. And... please don't tell Magnus. Not yet. He'll only worry."
Lansseax's expression softened slightly. "Let's focus on getting you to Miquella first. We'll deal with informing Magnus after we know what's happening."
As they approached Miquella's chambers, the urgency of their situation becoming more apparent with each passing moment, both Malenia and Lansseax silently hoped that this was merely a false alarm. But deep down, they both knew that something was very wrong.
Miquella's chambers were bathed in soft, golden light as Lansseax helped Malenia onto a cushioned examination table. Miquella, his childlike face etched with concern, immediately moved to his sister's side.
"Malenia, what's wrong?" he asked, his hands already glowing with magical energy.
Malenia winced, her breath coming in short gasps. "The pain... it's getting worse."
Miquella nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began his examination. His magic flowed over Malenia's swollen belly, probing gently.
"The baby... it's moving strangely," Miquella murmured, his voice tight with worry.
"What do you mean?" Malenia asked very worriedly.
Lansseax moved to hold Malenia's hand. "I am sure it is nothing. Do not fret Malenia."
Malenia appreciated Lansseax's kind words but it did little to alleviate her worries with the way Miquella was looking at her stomach.
"The child. Rhaegon. He is moving around like he is agitated. I… I am not sure what is going on." Miquella had said. His hands began to grow brighter.
Suddenly, Malenia's body relaxed, the pain vanishing as quickly as it had come. She let out a relieved sigh, a smile breaking across her face.
"It's gone," she breathed. "The pain... it's gone. Thank you, Miquella. Whatever you did-"
Miquella's confused expression cut her short. "I... I didn't do anything, sister. Not yet"
"What do you mean?" Malenia asked, her smile faltering.
Miquella continued his examination, his magic probing deeper. The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the soft hum of Miquella's power.
Without warning, Malenia gasped, her body tensing once more. "It's back, but... different. Miquella, what's happening?"
Lansseax, who had been standing nearby, suddenly moved closer, her scaled hand covering her mouth. Her eyes, wide with a dawning horror, met Miquella's.
Malenia looked between them, panic rising in her voice. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Miquella's face had gone pale, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He reached out, grasping Malenia's hand tightly.
"Miquella," Malenia pleaded, her voice breaking. "Tell me. Please."
Miquella opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He swallowed hard, trying again.
"I... I can't hear it anymore," Lansseax whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Hear what?" Malenia demanded, her golden eyes wild with fear. "Someone tell me what's happening!"
Miquella finally found his voice, though it was choked with emotion. "Malenia, I... I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Malenia's voice rose, edged with hysteria. "Miquella, please!"
Miquella's tears began to fall freely now. He squeezed Malenia's hand, his words coming out in a pained whisper. "The baby... Malenia, the baby is gone. We've lost him."
The room fell deathly silent. Malenia stared at Miquella, uncomprehending. "No," she whispered. "No, that's not... that's not possible."
"I'm so sorry, sister," Miquella repeated, his voice breaking. "I can't detect any life. Rhaegon... he's..."
Malenia's face crumpled, a wail of anguish tearing from her throat. She curled in on herself, her hands clutching at her belly. "No! No, no, no!"
Lansseax moved swiftly, wrapping her arms around Malenia as she broke down. Miquella, tears streaming down his face, maintained his grip on Malenia's hand, his magic still working to ensure there were no further complications.
As Malenia's cries echoed through the chamber, the weight of their loss settled over them like a heavy shroud. The joy and hope that had filled the Haligtree just hours before had been cruelly snatched away, leaving behind a grief so profound it seemed to dim the very light around them.
Maeve's footsteps echoed in the hallway as she approached Miquella's chambers, the sound of heart-wrenching wails growing louder with each step. Her brow furrowed with concern, she pushed open the door, unprepared for the scene that awaited her.
Miquella stood over Malenia, his small hands glowing with magic as he worked, his face a mask of grief and concentration. Malenia lay on the table, her body wracked with sobs.
"What in the name of the Erdtree is going on here?" Maeve demanded, her voice sharp with worry and confusion.
Neither Miquella nor Malenia seemed capable of answering. It was Lansseax who approached Maeve, her scaled face etched with sorrow.
"Maeve," Lansseax began, her voice barely above a whisper, "the child... Rhaegon... he's gone."
Maeve froze, her crimson eyes widening in disbelief. She stared past Lansseax at Malenia, watching as her sister's body shook with grief.
"Miquella, please," Malenia pleaded between sobs, "there must be something you can do. Some way to bring him back!"
Miquella shook his head, tears streaming down his childlike face. "I'm sorry, sister. I can't... he wasn't even fully formed. There's nothing I can do."
Maeve felt as if the ground had fallen away beneath her feet. She opened her mouth, then closed it, struggling to find words. Finally, she managed to stutter, "Where... where's Magnus?"
At the mention of her his name, Malenia's cries grew louder, more anguished. "Oh gods, Magnus... how can I tell him? How can I tell him our son is gone?"
Lansseax moved towards the door. "I'll go fetch him. He needs to be here."
"No," Maeve said suddenly, her voice thick with emotion. Tears began to roll down her cheeks, a rare display of vulnerability from the usually dark demigod. "No, I'll... I'll do it."
Lansseax hesitated, then nodded, understanding the weight of what Maeve was offering to do.
Maeve took one last look at the scene before her - Miquella working tirelessly, Malenia lost in her grief, Lansseax standing guard. She felt a wave of sorrow so intense it threatened to overwhelm her. With a shaky breath, she turned and left the room, steeling herself for the heart-wrenching task ahead.
As she made her way through the Haligtree's corridors, Maeve's mind raced. How could she possibly break this news to Magnus? How could she tell her brother that the son he had been so excited for, was gone in an instant?
Tears continued to fall as she walked, leaving glistening trails on her cheeks. For once, Maeve didn't bother to wipe them away or hide her emotions. The loss was too great, too sudden, too cruel to mask behind her usual sarcasm and stoicism.
With each step towards Magnus's chambers, Maeve felt the weight of her task growing heavier. She knew that the words she was about to speak would shatter her brother's world, and there was nothing she could do to soften the blow.
Magnus stirred at the sound of knocking, his hand instinctively reaching for Malenia beside him. Finding the bed empty, he sat up, confusion etched on his face. He made his way to the door, his wings rustling softly behind him.
As the door swung open, Magnus was surprised to see Maeve standing there. But his surprise quickly turned to concern as he noticed the tears streaking her face - a sight he had rarely ever witnessed.
"Maeve? What's wrong?" Magnus asked, his voice thick with worry.
Maeve opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She stood there, trembling slightly, unable to voice the devastating news she carried.
Magnus felt a chill run down his spine. The pieces began to fall into place - Malenia's absence, Maeve's tears, the overwhelming sense of grief he could feel emanating from elsewhere in the Haligtree. A terrible realization began to dawn on him.
"Is it..." Magnus swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is it the baby?"
Maeve's face crumpled. She shook her head slowly, unable to meet her brother's eyes.
The world seemed to tilt beneath Magnus's feet. He stumbled backward, his knees giving way as the full weight of the unspoken truth crashed down upon him. He sank to the floor, a strangled sob escaping his lips.
Maeve followed him down, her own grief mingling with the heartbreak she felt for her brother. She reached out, pulling Magnus into a tight embrace as his body shook with silent sobs.
The commotion drew the attention of the girls, who emerged from their room, rubbing sleep from their eyes. They froze at the sight before them - their father on his knees, weeping in Maeve's arms.
"Father?" Mary called out, her voice trembling with fear. "Aunt Maeve? What's happened?"
Millicent stepped forward, her prosthetic hand reaching out uncertainly. "Is it... is it Mother? Is she alright?"
Magnus and Maeve remained silent, lost in their shared grief. The girls exchanged worried glances, the gravity of the situation slowly sinking in.
Polyanna, usually so boisterous, whispered, "Is it... is it about the baby?"
Still, no answer came. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by Magnus's muffled sobs and the girls' increasingly panicked breathing.
Maureen, ever the perceptive one, suddenly gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as understanding dawned in her eyes. "Oh no," she breathed, tears welling up. "Oh, Father..."
As the reality of the situation began to settle over the room, the air grew heavy with sorrow. The joy and excitement that had filled their lives just hours before had been cruelly snatched away, leaving behind a void of grief and disbelief.
Magnus clung to Maeve, his wings instinctively wrapping around them both, as if trying to shield them from the harsh truth. The girls huddled together, their own tears beginning to fall as they grappled with the unspoken loss.
In that moment, the family stood on the precipice of a new, heartbreaking chapter. The future they had eagerly anticipated had crumbled, leaving them to navigate a path they never imagined they'd have to walk.
The chamber door creaked open, revealing Magnus, his face etched with grief, followed closely by the girls, their eyes red and swollen from crying. Maeve trailed behind, her usual confident demeanor replaced by a solemn, protective presence.
As they entered, Malenia's sobs intensified. She reached out weakly towards Magnus, her golden eyes filled with pain and sorrow.
Miquella stood by the examination table, his small form trembling slightly. He had just finished the grim task of removing Rhaegon's tiny body.
Magnus stepped forward, his voice hoarse. "I want to see him."
Miquella shook his head firmly. "Magnus, I don't think that's wise-"
"I need to see," Magnus insisted, his tone growing desperate.
Malenia grasped Magnus's hand, her voice barely above a whisper. "My love, please... you wouldn't want to see. Trust me."
But Magnus was beyond reason. He moved towards where Rhaegon lay, Maeve close behind. She turned, gesturing for the girls to stay back, shielding them from what they were about to witness.
What Magnus and Maeve saw shook them to their core. There, on the small table, lay Rhaegon - a barely formed child, his tiny body twisted and marred. But it was his eyes that drew their attention - glowing faintly with the dying embers of the Frenzied Flame.
Magnus's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms until blood began to trickle down his fingers. Beside him, Maeve mirrored his action, her own hands bleeding as she struggled to contain her fury.
The realization hit them like a physical blow. The Frenzied Flame, the very force they had fought so hard against, had struck at the heart of their family. It had taken their hope, their future, in the cruelest way imaginable.
Outside, the sky darkened ominously. Storm clouds gathered with unnatural speed, and thunder rumbled in the distance. It was as if the very heavens were responding to the angels' anguish and rage.
Slowly, the fury began to ebb, replaced by a deep, soul-crushing sorrow. Magnus turned away from the heartbreaking sight of his son, moving back to Malenia's side. He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his bloodied one.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm so, so sorry."
Malenia's fingers intertwined with his, her tears falling onto their joined hands. "Our boy," she sobbed. "Our little Rhaegon..."
The girls huddled together near the door, their own grief compounded by the palpable anguish of their parents. Maeve stood guard over them, her face a mask of sorrow and barely contained rage.
Miquella moved silently, covering Rhaegon's tiny form with a soft cloth. He then approached Magnus and Malenia, placing a comforting hand on each of their shoulders.
"I wish..." Miquella began, his voice thick with emotion. "I wish there was something I could do. Some way to make this right."
But they all knew there was nothing to be done. The Frenzied Flame had struck a devastating blow, leaving them to grapple with a loss so profound it seemed to dim the very light of the Haligtree.
The war room, usually a place of strategic planning and heated discussions, was now shrouded in a heavy silence. Godwyn, Radahn, Lansseax, Messmer, Miquella, and Maeve gathered around the table, their faces etched with varying degrees of sorrow and anger.
Miquella, his childlike features marred by grief, had just finished recounting the tragic events. Maeve and Lansseax stood on either side of him, their own pain evident in their postures.
Messmer was the first to break the silence, his usually calm voice tinged with disbelief. "How could this happen? We've been so careful, so vigilant against the Frenzied Flame's influence."
Miquella sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. "It seems the Frenzied Flame found a way to curse the child, much like how Malenia and I were cursed from birth. It's... it's a cruel twist of fate."
Godwyn's fist came down hard on the table, causing everyone to flinch. "Damn these Outer Gods!" he roared, his golden eyes blazing with fury. "They care nothing for their subjects, using us as pawns in their cosmic games!"
Radahn placed a steadying hand on his brother's shoulder. "Easy, Godwyn. Your anger is justified, but it won't bring Rhaegon back."
Miquella nodded solemnly. "We'll hold a funeral tomorrow night. It's... it's all we can do now."
A heavy silence fell over the room once more. Each of them lost in their own thoughts, grappling with the magnitude of the loss and its implications for their family and their cause.
As they began to disperse, heading back to their respective chambers, the weight of grief seemed to follow them like a shadow. Maeve and Miquella lingered behind, both too consumed by sorrow for their twins to even consider sleep.
Maeve paced the room, her dark wings rustling restlessly. "I should be with Magnus," she muttered. "But I... I don't know what to say, how to comfort him."
Miquella looked up at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "Sometimes, there are no words. Just being there is enough."
In another part of the Haligtree, Godwyn sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. Lansseax sat beside him, her scaled hand resting gently on his back.
"I feel so helpless," Godwyn whispered. "All our power, all our strength, and we couldn't protect one innocent life."
Lansseax leaned her head against his shoulder. "We'll find a way to make this right, my love. Somehow, we'll find a way."
As the night wore on, sleep eluded many in the Haligtree. The loss of Rhaegon had shaken them all to their core, reminding them of the fragility of life and the ruthlessness of their enemies. —
Elsewhere, in the darkest corridors of the Haligtree, people could have sworn they heard what sounded like… laughter? Loud, manic, echoing, dark, malevolent laughter. It was just one, then soon, it was many. Chaos had taken its grip and now it would bide its time.
The great heart of the Haligtree, usually a place of breathtaking views and gentle breezes, was now shrouded in a solemn silence. The air hung heavy with grief as the funeral procession for little Rhaegon began.
The demigods lined the sides of the aisle, their faces etched with sorrow. Godwyn stood tall, his golden armor dulled in the muted light. Beside him, Radahn's massive form seemed diminished by the weight of the occasion. Maeve's dark wings were folded tightly against her back, her crimson eyes glistening with unshed tears. Messmer stood silent, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a palpable sadness.
Down the aisle came the girls, bearing the small casket that held Rhaegon's tiny form. Mary led the procession, her steps measured and careful. Maureen followed, her eyes fixed ahead, trying to maintain composure. Millicent's prosthetic arm gleamed dully as she helped support the casket. Amy and Polyanna brought up the rear, their usual energy subdued by the gravity of the moment. All five girls wept silently, tears streaming down their faces as they carried their little brother to his final rest.
At the end of the aisle stood Magnus and Malenia. Their faces were masks of stone, their eyes hardened by grief. They stood hand in hand, their fingers intertwined so tightly it was as if they were clinging to each other for dear life. The loss had struck them at their very core, and their silence spoke volumes of the depth of their pain.
The crowd of onlookers was a sea of sorrow. Gwen and Eleanora stood close together, their heads bowed in respect and grief for their lord and lady. Siluria and Devonia, usually so stoic, seemed to sag under the weight of the tragedy. Elaine had left Seroch's bedside to join her fellow Cleanrot Knights, all of them united in their sorrow for their lady's loss.
Morana stood at the edge of the gathering, her gloam-tinged eyes filled with a deep sadness for her grandchildren. She had yet to find the words to comfort them, the loss too fresh and too profound for mere condolences.
As the casket reached its final resting place, Miquella stepped forward. With gentle reverence, he inserted one of his golden needles into Rhaegon's form. The needle glowed softly, a last defense against the influence that had taken this innocent life far too soon.
No words were spoken throughout the ceremony. The silence was broken only by the occasional sob or the rustling of wings in the gentle breeze. Each person present was lost in their own thoughts, grappling with the cruel reality of losing one so young, so full of potential.
As the casket was lowered into its resting place within the Haligtree, the collective grief seemed to swell. This was more than just the loss of a child - it was the loss of a future demigod, the son of the great Malenia and Magnus. It was a blow to their hopes, their dreams, and their very faith in the future they were fighting for.
As the funeral attendees slowly dispersed, Magnus and Malenia remained rooted in place, their eyes fixed on the spot where their son now rested within the Haligtree. The air around them seemed to shimmer with unspoken grief and a desperate hope for some sign, some comfort from the universe.
Magnus's golden eyes scanned the area, searching for a familiar white feather - a sign from his future self that this tragedy was somehow necessary, that Rhaegon's soul was at peace, or that there was a way to undo this cruel twist of fate. But the air remained still, devoid of any such comfort.
The silence between them was heavy, laden with shared pain and unanswered questions. Malenia glanced at Magnus, her stoic facade cracking as she noticed tears forming in his eyes. Before she could reach out to him, Magnus turned abruptly, striding towards the edge of the balcony.
Miquella and Godwyn moved to Malenia's side, offering silent support. Godwyn wrapped a strong arm around his sister, and she leaned into him, her body trembling slightly as she finally allowed herself to be held.
Suddenly, the gathering was startled by a thunderous sound. Magnus, his wings spread wide, launched himself from the balcony with such force that it sent a gust of wind rippling through the crowd. The speed and power of his departure were shocking, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within him.
"Magnus!" Malenia cried out, her voice breaking the silence for the first time since the ceremony began.
Without hesitation, Maeve sprang into action. Her dark wings unfurled as she raced to the balcony's edge, launching herself after her twin brother. Despite her considerable skill and experience with flight, she found herself struggling to keep pace with Magnus.
The assembled crowd watched in stunned silence as the two figures became smaller against the darkening sky. Maeve's determination was evident in every powerful beat of her wings as she pursued Magnus, unwilling to let him face his grief alone.
Malenia made a move as if to follow, but Godwyn held her back gently. "Let Maeve handle this," he said softly. "She'll bring him back to us."
Miquella nodded in agreement, his childlike face etched with worry. "Magnus needs this moment. Maeve will ensure he's safe."
The wind whipped fiercely around Maeve as she pursued Magnus through the night sky. Her voice grew hoarse from shouting, her pleas falling on deaf ears as her brother continued his relentless flight.
"Magnus! Stop this madness!" she cried out, her words torn away by the rushing air.
The familiar landscape of the Lands Between blurred beneath them as they soared past the snow-capped Mountaintops and into the plains of Altus. Maeve's mind raced, trying to anticipate Magnus's destination. When he suddenly banked towards where Leyndell had once stood, now adrift after the land mass separation, a chill of realization ran down her spine.
"No," she whispered, her eyes widening in horror. "He wouldn't..."
But she knew her brother, knew the depths of his grief and rage. The Frenzied Flame had taken everything from them, and now it had struck at the very heart of their family. Magnus was seeking vengeance, driven by a pain so profound it had overwhelmed his usual calm demeanor.
Maeve pushed herself harder, her wings straining as she attempted to close the gap between them. She understood his anger better than anyone - hadn't she walked a similar path of darkness and vengeance? But she couldn't let him throw his life away in a futile confrontation with the Frenzied Flame.
As they neared the edge of where Leyndell had once been, Maeve made a desperate decision. Summoning all her strength, she unleashed a powerful blast of energy, aimed directly at her brother.
The force of the blast caught Magnus off guard, sending him tumbling from the sky. Maeve watched in horror as he plummeted towards the dark waters below, his wings flailing as he struggled to regain control.
Without hesitation, Maeve dove after him, her heart pounding in her chest. The ocean rushed up to meet them, its surface black and forbidding in the night. Just before Magnus hit the water, Maeve managed to grab hold of him, her wings straining as she attempted to slow their descent.
They crashed into the waves with a tremendous splash, the cold water shocking them both. Maeve held onto Magnus tightly as they surfaced, gasping for air.
"What were you thinking?" she shouted, her voice a mixture of anger and relief. "Were you trying to get yourself killed?"
Magnus struggled in her grasp, his eyes wild with grief and fury. "Let me go, Maeve! I have to... I have to make it pay for what it did to Rhaegon!"
Maeve tightened her hold on him, treading water as she tried to reason with her brother. "And what good would that do? You'd be throwing your life away! Think of Malenia, think of the girls! OF ME!"
For a moment, Magnus continued to struggle, but then the fight seemed to drain out of him. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a heart-wrenching sob.
"I couldn't protect him, Maeve," he whispered, his voice broken. "My son... I failed him before he even had a chance to live."
Maeve's expression softened, her own grief mingling with compassion for her twin. "Oh, Magnus," she murmured, pulling him close in an awkward embrace as they bobbed in the water. "This isn't your fault. None of us could have prevented this."
As they floated there, surrounded by the vast, dark ocean, the weight of their shared loss seemed to press down upon them. Maeve held her brother as he wept, her own tears mixing with the salt water on her face.
After what felt like an eternity, Magnus's sobs subsided. He looked up at Maeve, his golden eyes red-rimmed and filled with a pain that mirrored her own.
"We should... we should go back," he said quietly, his voice hoarse.
Maeve nodded, relief washing over her. "Yes, let's go home. They'll be worried about us."
Slowly, they began to swim towards the nearest shore, their wings too waterlogged for immediate flight. As they made their way back, a silent understanding passed between them.
As Magnus and Maeve touched down on the balcony, their siblings' eyes locked onto them. The air was thick with unspoken understanding - they all knew where Magnus had intended to go, for the same dark urge had whispered in their hearts even before Rhaegon's tragic fate, more so after it.
Malenia, her golden eyes brimming with tears, slowly approached Magnus. For a moment, she stood before him, her body trembling with a mixture of relief and fury. Then, without warning, she lashed out, her fists pounding against his chest.
"You fucking idiot!" she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. "What the hell were you thinking?"
Magnus stood still, accepting each blow without resistance.
"How dare you!" Malenia continued, her words punctuated by slaps and punches. "How could you even think of leaving us like that? Leaving me? Leaving the girls?"
Her assault continued, her voice rising in pitch and intensity. "We just lost our son, and you decide to go on a suicide mission? Did you think that would make things better? Did you think that would bring Rhaegon back?"
Maeve and the others watched in silence, understanding that Malenia needed this release.
"Answer me, damn you!" Malenia demanded, her strikes weakening as sobs began to wrack her body. "What were you thinking? How could you be so selfish? So... so..."
Her words dissolved into incoherent cries as she finally collapsed against Magnus's chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she wept.
"I'm sorry," Magnus whispered, his voice thick with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Malenia. I wasn't thinking. I just..."
Malenia's fingers clutched at his clothes, her face buried in his chest. "Don't you ever do that again," she mumbled between sobs. "Promise me. Promise me you won't leave us."
"I promise," Magnus said softly, stroking her hair. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
As the couple clung to each other, their shared grief palpable in the air, Godwyn stepped forward. His golden eyes blazed with a fierce determination as he addressed his siblings.
"Brothers, sisters," he began, his voice resonating with conviction. "Today, we have tasted the bitter sting of loss. The Frenzied Flame has struck at the very heart of our family, seeking to rob us of hope, of our future."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of them. "But I make this vow to you now, and to little Rhaegon's memory. When the time comes - and it will come - we will make the Frenzied Flame pay for everything it has done. For every life it has taken, for every dream it has shattered, and for the innocent child it stole from us today."
He raised his fist, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination. "This I swear, on my honor as a demigod and as your brother. The Frenzied Flame will rue the day it dared to touch our family."
As Godwyn's words hung in the air, a solemn silence fell over the gathering. Each of them felt the weight of his vow, a promise that would guide their actions in the days to come. The loss of Rhaegon had left a wound in their hearts, but from that pain, a new resolve was born - a determination to ensure that their little prince's short life would not have been in vain.
The days following Rhaegon's funeral were filled with a somber quiet as the inhabitants of the Haligtree prepared for their respective journeys. The air was heavy with unspoken emotions - grief, determination, and a steely resolve that had been forged in the fires of their recent tragedy.
As dawn broke on the day of departure, the docks of the Haligtree bustled with activity. Radahn was the first to set out, his massive form casting long shadows in the early morning light. He bid farewell to each of his siblings in turn, his usual booming voice subdued by the gravity of their mission. When he reached Siluria, there was a moment of tender understanding between them.
"Be safe," Siluria said softly, her hand resting on Radahn's arm.
Radahn nodded, covering her hand with his own. "And you. I'll return as swiftly as I can."
Messmer's departure was characteristically quiet. He exchanged brief nods with his siblings, his golden eyes conveying what words could not. As he boarded the ship bound for the Weeping Peninsula, there was a sense of grim determination in his stance.
Godwyn approached Magnus and Miquella, his new axe gleaming at his side. "Take care of our home," he said, clasping their shoulders. "May your wisdom guide us all in these trying times."
Magnus embraced Lansseax, the dragon knight who had become such an integral part of their family. "Watch over him," Magnus murmured, to which Lansseax nodded solemnly.
As Maeve prepared to leave with her group, Magnus and Malenia approached them. The girls, Gwen, and Eleanora gathered around, a mix of excitement and apprehension on their faces.
Magnus looked at each of them in turn, his golden eyes filled with concern. "Be careful out there. Watch out for each other."
Malenia added, her voice soft but firm, "And remember your training. Trust in yourselves and in each other."
Maeve stepped forward, her crimson eyes meeting those of her brother and sister. "I give you my word," she said, her usual sarcasm replaced by sincere determination. "I'll guard them with my life."
With final hugs and whispered goodbyes, Maeve and her group took to the skies, their wings casting fleeting shadows over the docks as they disappeared into the distance.
Lastly, it was time for Malenia to depart. She stood before Magnus and Miquella, her golden armor gleaming in the morning sun. The pain of recent days was etched in the lines around her eyes, but there was also a fierce resolve in her gaze.
Magnus pulled her close, pressing his forehead to hers. "Come back to us," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Malenia nodded, her hand cupping his cheek. "Always," she promised.
Miquella embraced his twin, his small form seeming even more diminutive next to Malenia's armored figure. "Be safe, sister," he said, his childlike voice filled with worry and love.
With a final look at her family, Malenia boarded the ship where her Cleanrot Knights awaited. As the vessel pulled away from the dock, she stood at the stern, her eyes fixed on Magnus and Miquella until they faded from view.
Magnus and Miquella remained on the docks long after the last ship had disappeared over the horizon. They stood in silence, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on their shoulders. The Haligtree seemed eerily quiet now, bereft of so many of its protectors.
"And so it begins," Miquella said softly, his eyes still fixed on the distant horizon.
Magnus nodded, his wings rustling slightly in the breeze.
As they turned to head back into the heart of the Haligtree, both Magnus and Miquella knew that the coming days would test them all. But they also knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by the unbreakable ties of family and the shared hope for a better future.