A Request

-The month of Wynnethel, the 1st, year ATC 3,527-

Celine sighed in her deep, melodic voice, which reminded Heiracles of an ancient gale, scratching her wide chin, as if debating what she needed to say.

Heiracles was taken back, in his near 2,000 years of knowing this particular Wizarol he had never seen the doubtful expression her face now wore. The discomfort he felt from such a reaction, paired with the uneasiness of feeling as if he were child standing next to her 5 meters of height whereas the tallest of his own species barely reached or exceeded 3 meters.

"Kiles. Heiracles.." He could FEEL the seriousness in her voice, especially since she rarely EVER used his full name, preferring her chosen nickname for him. "I know that you have no real power here, because of your father. But I have need of you, my friend."

She tried moving to the side slightly, which was nearly impossible with how tightly packed she was within Heiracles quarters, them never being designed for her 5 meters, nor the fact that she was nearly 3 meters wide, this act would have brought a chuckle were it anyone other then her since the Dark Duons time manipulations were no where near on par with those of the true Wizarol.

"This small thing here.. Well, this is Ila'Mu." A miniscule, feminine-looking humanoid, glints of her silvery skin could be seen under her hood, with the firelight refracting off her seemingly double-jointed arms.

"You're a.. " Involuntarily taking a step back, he knew exactly what this being was. And if his Father knew of the presence of one of those he deemed responsible both for his current power, and his Banishment. Well, he would effectively call for lifetime dungeon sentences for all present. While this might give this unnamed Elvi eventual relief, Celine, himself AND his wife Adalia would likely spend the rest of eternity within the confines of a stone tomb.

He quickly moved his gaze back to Celine, about to open his mouth once again to tell her that she needs to take this creature far from here, but as he went to open his mouth this Elvi girl spoke with both a distinctive female and male tone.

"Yes, I am an Elvi. Sir.. Please. Give me safe haven. My mother wishes my compliance in Feeding the life of this planet to our God."

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I want to dedicate a section of each chapter to the love of my life, Kreation. For supporting my dream and urging me forward on my desires to finally 'put pen to paper', so to speak by writing out my book for you all to read, thank you so much for the support and love. 🥰