On a planet quite dissimilar to our own, three races attempt cohabitation upon a world with a living ring that effectively blocks out and filters 66% of the systems Sun from the southern hemisphere, while the magnetically locked northern hemisphere sees near constant sunlight.

The huamanoid Duon, living within the northern hemisphere, while more numerous then the other two species, only an eighth of their population can ever hope to learn to control the elements, they call The All.

The elusive, diminutive Elvi, living secluded under the protection of their mountain, pointing directly towards the ring at the equator have all been gifted the ability of manupulation of all different types of metallic compounds, they call Mou'Tai.

And, finally, last, but not least, the Wizarol, whom dwell within the southern hemisphere. The smallest numbered, and yet, the largest in stature of the three races whom have manipulation over Time itself are almost never seen, unless they want to be.

After a thousand years of the realization and acknowledgement of each of the species of each other after a hundred years of battle, the Viser, leader of the Elvi, proposes a truce, of sorts. A Covenant, of these three races. Can they manage to live in peace, or is this Covenant just a lie, to cover up something nefarious.. ?

-The month of Wynnethel, the 2nd, year ATC 3,527-


Suddenly, an arrow blossomed from his chest, slightly above his heart, as it was launched from the ruined barracks behind them.


Heiracles reaches up stuttering to break it off to clear the wound, while three more pierce through his abdomen, one also lodging halfway into his raised arm paralyzing it in place half raised.


Coughing out blood, another whooshes by, barely missing his shoulder as he falls to one knee. 


Ila'Mu, panicking, tries to also stem the flow of blood with the spiritual presence of Mou'Tai but there's so much blood, the wounds piling up.


"Ila. Take the baby, run." Unable to say another word, unable to even hold himself up as his blood pours out of his body, his back becoming a pincushion while Ila picks Andromedy out of the carry-harness before he falls to the side.


Ila'Mu turns to run, only to be met with the same pincushiony fate.


Heiracles, in his pain watching the one he asked to protect his child, wondering how. Why, he failed. His mind remembering an earlier point in time, wondering why he didn't do more destruction upon the barracks. He was weak, unable to bring himself to hurt others simply to save himself, to save his child and her guardian..


Chapter 22 - Hiding in Calysto?