The Aelthir Dominion
Sylvaeria Continent
Zenith World Auron
Xorion Galaxy
May 12th
Year 2001 of the 40th Cosmic Calendar
Sylvaeria was not merely a continent covered in forest—it was a forest that had learned how to be a continent.
From the skies, one did not see borders or roads, but an endless ocean of green layered upon green.
Colossal canopies overlapping like waves, bioluminescent vines tracing faint veins of light through the dusk, and living rivers that coiled naturally around roots older than recorded history.
Life in Sylvaeria did not compete—it intertwined. Towering world-trees rose like pillars holding up the heavens, their crowns lost in mist, while beneath them thrived a thousand ecosystems at once.
Flowering jungles, moss-heavy lowlands, fungal caverns glowing softly beneath the soil, and roaming megafauna that moved with the patience of things that had never known extinction.
The plants themselves were alive in a deeper sense. Leaves responded to passing footsteps. Bark hardened or softened depending on intent. Some forests sang when the wind passed through them, while others fell silent, watching. Sylvaeria did not welcome all visitors—but it remembered everyone.
At the heart of this living continent stood the Elven Kingdom of Verdantis, a civilization that had never sought to conquer nature, only to understand it better than anyone else. Their society was semi-modern, not in spite of the forest, but because of it. Without losing its 'green' aesthetic.
Elven cities were grown, not built. Sleek walkways of reinforced living wood curved naturally between massive trunks, seamlessly integrating glass-like sap composites and rune-lit metal supports.
Towers spiraled upward alongside trees rather than replacing them, their surfaces smooth and organic, threaded with soft emerald light. Energy flowed through bio-crystalline conduits embedded in roots and branches, drawing power from sunlight, mana, and the forest's own pulse.
There were no smokestacks, no scars upon the land—only structures that looked as though the forest itself had decided to become intelligent architecture.
At the center of it all rose the Main Palace a huge palace of immense beauty only overshadowed by the huge tree towering behind it.
A colossal ancient tree which is said to be as old as Auron itself, its roots formed natural ramparts. Its canopy blotted out the sky. The tree of life.
Many rumors surround its existence. Some facts, others fiction. A colossal conduit of raw vitality. Its roots pierce ley lines, drawing energy from the world itself.
The perspective shifts inward.
Within the palace lay the High Canopy Meeting Hall, a vast chamber where every Elven King/Queen met with Foreign dignitaries of similar status, and also where major decisions affecting the Kingdom are made.
It was in this place of great importance that the Council Meeting was being held.
The walls were living bark, smooth and polished, etched with faint, shifting patterns that responded to sound and emotion. Veins of soft green and gold light pulsed slowly through the wood, illuminating the hall without flame or fixture.
A circular table of grown crystalwood rested at the center, its surface transparent enough to reveal slow-moving currents of sap and mana beneath. Above it, the ceiling opened into a natural dome, branches arching high overhead, their leaves forming stained-glass patterns as sunlight filtered through them.
It was at this table that ten beings of immense power and influence on the intergalactic stage settled.
The hall itself listened.
"Thank you all for honoring this impromptu meeting, but I'm sure we all know the reason. " A Blonde haired Elf said calmly. Her soothing voice permeated the hall.
She was a beautiful, fair-skinned, and pretty tall Elf with long flowing blonde hair and emerald green eyes that highlighted her flowing white dress and clung oh so well to her figure.
She sat upright, posture stiff, and a stoic expression on her face that didn't undermine her ethereal looks.
She was the Queen of Elves on Auron and a well-known powerhouse. Sephira Verdantis.
" Enough with the formalities Sephira. We know why we're here, let's get straight to the point. A new planet appeared in our galaxy cluster. When do we move to claim it? " A giant of a man interjected. A bored look on his face.
He looked human if one disregarded the red horns on his head and his slit pupils. He was a fairly good-looking man with long unruly red hair, gold eyes, and a long scar running down his face which added a certain warrior charm to him.
Though he was dressed like someone who had just gotten back from the beach. He couldn't be undermined as his aura alone promised destruction.
He was the King of the Dragons of Auron. Ragnar Apollyr. Another power house, though one lacking patience.
"Now now Lizard, we can't just do something rash, patience." An old man in blue robes admonished. A cordial smile on his face.
He looked like any friendly neighborhood elder but sometimes looks could be deceiving.
He was Amon Quell, the Prime Arbiter of the Aeulum Republic. A cunning old man who would do anything to accomplish his goals.
" What did you just call me Old snake?!! ". Ragnar said as his dark red mana flared dangerously. As he stared coldly at the old man.
" Ha. Can we not do this today?, It's become quite annoying. A black-haired woman dressed in a black flowing gown with gold highlights interjected. As she lounged sideways. Leisurely even, on her chair.
She possessed dark skin, black hair, and golden eyes with slit pupils. She was an exotic beauty whose looks were further magnified by the black 'furred' ears on her head and her black tail that waved occasionally.
She was Lenora Whitlock. The queen of the Beastmen.
" I agree with Lenora, this is getting too old. Even for you both. A brown-haired dwarf remarked. Fiddling with the gear-shaped symbol floating above his hands.
Besides, don't we have more pressing matters to discuss? " He concluded finally glancing up.
He was a fully armoured, ordinary-looking dwarf with short brown hair and blue eyes. His flowing beard seemed to be the unique thing about him.
But as I said, looks could be deceiving as he was the King of the Dwarfs, Thorin Svarog.
Before Ragnar could flare up again. A chuckle drew the attention of the beings. Causing their attention to shift to a corner of the room where a blonde-haired man was seated.
He was a good-looking man with fair skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore golden armour with a red cape fastened on it and a gold crown adorned with blue gems sat on his head. He looked simply Divine.
He was the Emperor of the Holy Empire, Eldoria. Solmire Eldoria.
" My apologies, it's just that, there's never a dull moment with you lot is there? The blonde-haired man remarked, seemingly amused.
He then glanced at the man seated beside him, A spirit.
" You're awfully quiet Zephyron, what?, nothing to say to us?, or is all this beneath you? " Solmire added coldly glancing at the spirit.
He was a tall man with surprisingly delicate features. Fair-skinned, with flowing almost translucent purple hair, and his eyes were of a deeper shade of purple.
He glanced at Solmire, disdain etched across his face before he looked away and finally opened his mouth to speak.
" Let's just get this over with. Sephira? ". He remarked calmly.
He was Zephyron Astralis, The King of Spirits.
" Yes, a new planet formed, Origin grade, we need to have it. But war may just be at our doorstep ". She intoned coldly.
But as soon as the other Rulers could interject, space tore as a rift opened swirling in beautiful golds and pristine White's, and a voice echoed dryly. Sending a shiver down their spines.
" You were right Thomas. They would hold a council meeting without me ".