In the heart of an ancient city, shrouded in an etheric blue glow, the full moon rises in the sky, immense and bright, casting its ghostly light on the majestic structures that dominate the landscape, Capital of the elves, capital of the kingdom that could change everything, its supreme jewel, a place where the splendor of tall towers and domes decorated with arcane symbols floated on shimmering water channels, reflecting the glow of the well of Eternity. It was a privilege to be here, a paradise for anyone who had the opportunity to see it.
Hanging gardens filled with exotic flora, with violet-leafed trees and resplendent flowers that responded to the ambient magic. Its polished marble streets were inhabited by night elves, dressed in elegant robes embroidered with magical runes.
The lush avenues meandered between buildings of marble walls and red oak roofs, the pride of the night elves, like one more stone to add to the history of a millenary civilization.
The elevated platforms also separate the buildings, illuminated with lanterns that cast a faint and warm glow, in contrast to the bluish coldness that dominates the environment. There are temples and palaces for the high-class elves, these buildings have golden decorations that predominate over the other structures.
From an elevated platform, you can see the city in all its splendor, imposing columns and carved arches rise into the sky, while crystal clear waterfalls fall in harmony with the architecture. the vegetation, lush and mystical, is intertwined with the buildings, giving the feeling that nature and civilization have reached a perfect balance.
In the center of the city, a huge pillar of light rises from the ground, stretching skyward like a connection between the earthly world and the divine. its radiance glows with mystical magical energy, pulsing like an ancient heart that still beats in the center of the city.
"His eyes roamed over each piece of art, from sculptures to engravings, each telling its own story. It was the dream of any artist, to see their work adorn the streets of the capital. But of course, that was not enough, they would not only have to be beautiful pieces of art, but they would also have to provide some magical purpose, a utility beyond aesthetics and beauty.
the floral fragrance of the gardens hidden in the buildings makes the predominant smell of humidity less perceptible. The murmur of the water descending through the canals and fountains is heard, accompanied by the whisper of the wind that drags leaves and petals through the paths.
-Veltharion, we were here 20 years ago, hanging out with humans has altered your perception of time, don't let yourself be altered by such ephemeral creatures - I had always considered these words hypocritical, but now with the weight of the years, with the time that has passed, I am more than aware that I have been more elven than human.
"Change is a sign of advancement, I am sure this city has not changed in the last 100 years, but those creatures we despise today, tomorrow may be different, maybe those that will change Zin-Azshari in the future."
His words were not without reason, but they were not conversations that could be had openly on the streets of Zin-Azshari, to go about debating the change of a tradition-governed kingdom was to risk being hunted down or hunted by god-anyone who spread the word and reported to the higher-ups. Everyone loved the current ruler, some more than the Goddess herself.
-You have always been more about actions than words, if you really want to propose changes, you should be able to achieve them." It was my duty as a brother, to support him, even when his goals were something closer to impossible.
Come on Isen'thoris, you know that I am the failure, the only one among the three brothers who has not performed magisterially in magic, I only share my thoughts with you, the young elite of the wizards of Nar'thalas- Veltharion sounded cheerful despite the harsh self-critical words, he was never someone who adapted to the pursuit of the mastery of magic and it was something he had understood since he was a child.
- We can't get involved in politics, I don't want to either, it'll take up too much of my time
"Sure..."- Veltharian smiled bitterly- "as if you could forget your obsession with magic, but I guess I don't need to remind you of the dangers of those who have been disobedient or have defied the rules of magic."
-I have to go, I must report to Lady Vashj -It was not a subject I wanted to revisit, after so many decades of hearing the same words.
-I know I've had a lot of your time over the years. I must also take care of some business before returning to Isildien, I wish you well on your way, brother.
His figure and voice had always been a strangely soothing thing to see, but since he had begun his druidic path, that feeling had only been enhanced.
I hoped that he would not commit any rashness in the near future that lay ahead by rushing into the mysteries of his new path.
However, I did not have the capacity to worry about others right now, that anguish should be relegated to a dark corner of my mind, since decades ago the secret politics of the kingdom had begun to intertwine like threads in a complex web of intrigue, and according to the history of which I had little knowledge, that meant that soon the greatest cataclysm that this world had ever witnessed would break out, a cataclysm that could change the face of the empire forever.
The road to the upper district was not difficult to find, the whole city seemed to have been built with the comfort of the upper classes and their all-powerful wizards in mind, and the luxurious buildings glittered with magnificence.
It was clear that they did not want to take any security risks. As usual, behind every checkpoint I passed, my identity was checked ad nauseam as if my presence posed a threat.
In a way, it made sense. To put it bluntly, even a prince can easily be replaced in his leadership capacity if the unthinkable happens, but there was no immediate replacement for the great queen if she was killed by an enemy. to some, she was literally something close to a deity on earth to some, a few millennia into her reign, and her empire seemed endless in its potential with her leadership, her figure, replete with myths and legends, evoked both admiration and terror.
It is no exaggeration to say that his well-being affects the fate of millions of souls residing in the domains, the decisions he made although often seem distant and alien to the common people, were capable of triggering catastrophic events. hence the imposition of round-the-clock security measures and the extreme precautions taken to control his health. Something that would make sense if the queen herself were not a monster in a beautiful guise, a creature with unimaginable power that anyone could feel even if they were miles away, she herself was a being that with proper preparation could have the power with enough preparation to destroy the entire city and reduce it to ashes in the blink of an eye.
It was terrifying to contemplate the idea that the world would have to face her to prevent her fall, history had taught us that the gods can fall but before doing so, they usually destroy everything in their path. at that moment, I felt a shiver run down my back.