User blog:CloverthePurpleThumbedGnome/Celera: The Elements Return. Book one, the Sun and the Moon

'Hey! Before you start thinking this is going to be something i will be updating, its not. Let me explain. This is a new series I am working on, but I'm still not completely comfortable posting it on stuff, so I decided to try posting one chapter for ppl to read. If you like it, and I reach the point where I wanna show you more, then I'll make a page on this wiki with more chapters. So for now, enjoy this Prologue(and)chapter. Oh, also, constructive criticism is welcome. And let me know what you think! -Clover'

(P.S. I take some inspiration from KOTLC, so just... Expect to find some stuff that might make you think "Hey, that's similar to [Add object here] from KOTLC!)

= Prologue =



In the world of Celyra, at the cities of Zala’s Domain, there was silence. It was a suffocating silence, as if the whole Kingdom was holding its breath. The trees and the wind. The creatures of MoonCatcher Meadow and the River of Dreams.

Many years ago, there were three brothers, the Princes of Zala’s Domain. Amell, Zane, and Crain. Crain was the eldest, and therefore the heir to the throne, Zane was the youngest.

Amell was the wisest, the most peaceful, and loved to study. Zane was the life of the party; and loved art. He was completely content to stay in his room painting. Crain was a warrior; and had big plans for the Kingdom that would one day be his.

But, years later, Amell and Zane inherited the Moon element. But, somehow, Crain inherited the Sun element. Zala’s Domain was the Moon elf’s Kingdom, and everyone new that a Sun elf couldn’t rule the Moon elf’s Kingdom. Because of this, Amell, being the second eldest of the Princes, became King when their father died, rather then Crain. Crain was furious, he hated Sun elves because of that, and hated the Moon elves for what they did. What was worse, Amell and Crain both fell in love with a Water elf, a beautiful girl named Glenna. As you would expect, Glenna fell in love with the wise, peaceful Amell, and became Queen of Zala’s Domain. Crain was devastated; and became very jealous of his brother.

One day, Crain’s jealousy took over, and he tried to take the throne. This worked for a while, but not for ever. Crain would have been put to death for what he did, but Amell loved his brother, even after the things he did. So instead, Crain was put in the Dungeon.

Many, many years later, Amell heard from Crain, who had been in the Dungeon for decades. But it wasn’t just a goodbye phrase, it was a warning, a threat. He warned that he would get his revenge on the Moon and Sun elves, even if it took his whole life. Everyone had laughed at him. The dungeon was the strongest in the kingdom, no one could escape.

But soon, war between the Sun and Moon elves began. The War of The Skies. It raged for years, decades, Laim’s Domain, the Sun elf’s Kingdom, and Zala’s Domain were destroyed, millions of elves died. The remaining elves moved, scattered, they all separated. Some stayed in the ruins, others searched for new lands. But a group of Sun and Moon elves made peace. They searched far and wide until they settled in a new place, a new land that was soon named Celyra Kingdom. However, no one forgot Crain’s threat. Smiles were on their faces, laughs echoed through the houses, Academies were built, but they were all sharing the same fear.

Every time an elf was born, every time they should have inhabited the Sun or Moon Element, they didn’t. There was Fire elves, Water elves, Air elves, Earth elves. But none of the elf’s children were Moon or Sun elves. King Ziam and Queen Anett Phoenix were the last Sun and Moon elves. When they died, the Sun and Moon elves were extinct.

Legend was told that one day, one of the Phoenix’s Children, the ruling family of Celyra Kingdom, would inherit one of the forgotten Elements.

= Chapter one = .                                                                             A New Hope

One day, on a breezy afternoon, a girl of fourteen in a wispy purple dress with soft blond hair carefully placed her heeled shoes on the dusty rubble of Zala’s Domain, looking to and fro with soft, sky blue eyes. Behind her walked a big, long dragon like creature with gray fur and a line of spikes from the top of the neck to the tip of the tail, a ferret-like face with black beady eyes, a long tail, and dragon-like wings. It too looked around, but for a different reason.

“Your Highness,” It started, “Do you think it’s best for you to be so far away from the safety of Celyra Kingdom? This place smells of dyeing life.”

Amola Phoenix, Princess of Celyra Kingdom, only answered with a soft giggle.

“Oh Gravel,” She said in her very soft British accent, “If I stayed in that Palace any longer, I might as well go crazy. It’s my job to care for the kingdom and I can’t do that barricaded in my room for my whole life. Plus, when I heard of the new colony of MoonCatchers I just had to see them. It’s not every day you get to watch their fuzzy little heads pop out of those beautiful eggs you know.”

The Princess began to think of the MoonCatchers she had seen through her window once. And, being caught up in her own world, nearly tripped on a collapsed pillar. Gravel snorted.

“You’d think they would have cleaned this up by now, what a mess.”

Gravel is Amola’s Gargoyle bodyguard. The Gargoyles of Celyra are far different from the water-draining stone Gargoyles on Earth. They are Creatures that are normally found in caverns, but they love the sun. Because of their strong noses however, they dislike anything smelly.

“Well,” Amola protested, “If it were cleaned up then all the animals would have to find a new home. There are millions of creatures living in these ruins you know. Besides, its history.”

“Yup, just a lovely reminder of the also lovely war.”

Amola ignored Gravel’s grumplings as she looked around.

MoonCatchers are big Wavern like birds with galaxy colors, four wings, and long peacock like feathers on their heads like a headdress. The Elves used them to ride on, and they only lived in either Zala’s Domain or MoonCatcher Meadow.

Amola pointed to a tilted tower, Glenna’s Tower, which, unlike most of the other buildings, still stood in all its silver glory.

“If we go up there, we’ll have a better view,” She confirmed, making her way over to the tower.

“absolutely not!” Gravel said, running in front of Amola in his speedy, snake like way. “That tower is a disaster waiting to happen! You will not enter it!”

“Awww, look who’s being the bossy one now.” Amola giggled, “But, if we go up there, just think of how much faster we’ll get out of this ‘Place that smells of dyeing life.’”

Gravel considered that for a moment before mumbling, “Fine, but you are going to ride on my back; and we are going to fly up there. Got it?”

“Come on, it’s just a couple stairs you know. Plus, you fly like your scared of heights.”

Gravel grumbled something about trying to keep her alive as the princess walked past him, and, once again, almost tripped.

“I’m fine,” She said quickly, brushing some invisible dirt off her dress and tucking a mischievous strand of hair behind her ear.

They soon made it to the tower, which had some cracks and stains but over all looked very stable and regal with its black body and silver architecture. It twirled up and up and up as if it reached the sky. The bluish white stain glass windows shimmered through the dust coating them, and the designs twisted and swirled delicately around the tower as if it was weaved from strings of silver and gold.

Amola walked over to the ancient masterpiece and gave it a good nock.

“See,” She said when nothing happened, “Very sturdy. Glenna’s Tower took ages to be built so that every little detail was perfect you know. She was going to have a baby there anyway.”

As it should be clear by now, Amola has always had a habit of ending most of her sentences with ‘You Know.’ Gravel had tried to get her out of the habit, but soon gave up, saying it was a ‘Waste of time.’

Even after she checked, Amola still tested every step with stick. That is, until Gravel flicked the stick away as if it were a Nat and began using his tail.

She got the ‘Go ahead but be careful talk before Gravel, like normal, went ahead up the tower stairs. Amola rolled her eyes before following.

Every stair Gravel ascended on sounded like it was crying with pain in its squeaky way, and Amola was starting to wonder if they should have flown up to the top like Gravel had said, but there was no way she was going to admit that.

Her fear was confirmed when the stair she stepped on gave way, and she would have fallen through it if Gravel didn’t have fast reflexes.

“That is exactly why-” Gravel’s sentence was cut off when the stairs made a big creeeeeeeeeeck, and then Snaap!

Gravel quickly moved over to Amola and curled into a ball around her, a Gargoyle defense movement that looks completely ridiculous but is very affective thanks to Gargoyles tough skin and even tougher bones.

Everything went so fast, Gravel had just raped around Amola when the whole staircase gave way, dropping them to the bottom of the tower before Amola could scream.

She was going to die.

.    .    .

Amola coughed and sputtered against the soft gray fur pushing on her.

“Gravel,” She wheezed, “I think you’re suffocating me.”

She felt the fur around her shift, and Gravel uncurled, only to have a cloud of dust replace him. Amola began coughing again, trying to rub the dust now in her eyes. What help her makeup was being. If anything; her Lip Stick had been a dirt magnet, giving her a nice mouth full of dirt. Gravel opened his mouth to say something but Amola lifted up her finger.

“Save the lecture for later. Can’t Gargoyle’s see in the dark? Where are we?”

“Underground somewhere your Highness,” Gravel answered, “And you can open your eyes now.”

“Oh, but they hurt ever so much now!” Amola wailed, “I think I might go blind!”

She did end up opening her eyes however, with much coaxing from Gravel. And, what met her eyes was beautiful!

Toadstools and Shelve Mushrooms were in every corner, and they glowed with the most beautiful colors. Such colors without a name, colors so vibrant and shiny that they are unexplainable. Little glowing lights that appeared to be Fire Flies floated around, and a little trail of shining clear gemstones lined what seemed to be a path. It was like a little underground world.

“Oh,” Was all Amola could say. Or it was all her mouth could form.

“We need to get out of here,” Gravel mumbled, ruining the moment. Then he saw Amola’s confused face. “What?”

“I hear something…” She whispered, tracing her fingers on one of the toadstools.

Gravel was about to ask what when he realized what she meant, “No.” He said, “We are not following some random thoughts to who knows where when we’re already in trouble.”

“But They aren’t loud,” Amola argued, still tracing her fingers on the glowing plants, “They’re soft, barely a breath, someone may need help, and it’s-”

“Don’t you dare start using your ‘It’s My Job To Help The Kingdom’ excuse, because last I checked, this isn’t your Kingdom, we’re underground, you’re all cut up, and I need to get you back to safety. Plus, for all we know, you could easily walk into a Murderer’s den- Get back here! Do you listen to a word I say?”

For all Amola knew, Gravel wasn’t even talking. It was like the whispers in her mind were calling to her, echoing in her mind, begging for her aid, pleading for help. She had to do something, and apparently her legs agreed, because they didn’t shake a bit as she walked down the pathway. Very unaware of her high-heel’s broken heel. Everything was quiet, the only sound Amola could hear was the whispers in her mind and her own echoing breath. She had no idea how long she walked, there was no way for her to know. It seemed like a million years and one minute at the same time. Soon she stopped at an opening. It glowed so bright she couldn’t see what awaited her in it, and it wasn’t till then that she was aware of Gravel at her side, standing on his hind legs and shaking her shoulders with his other arms. Amola’s mind cleared, and the whispers disappeared.

“What was that?!” Gravel asked worriedly and strictly.

“I-I don’t know…” Amola said, not quite meeting Gravel’s eyes, “How long have we been walking?”

“About an hour your highness, did you know I’ve been calling your name this whole time?!”

Amola bit her lip. “No…”

Gravel sighed, “You’re going in there aren’t you?”

Amola nodded, “We’ve gone this far, we can’t turn back now, you know.”

Gravel let out another sigh that sounded more like a growl; and turned to walk in the opening. He walked in, but only went in halfway before stopping, as if he turned into the stone Gargoyles in Earth.

“Your highness,” He said, “You might want to see this…”

Amola pushed past Gravel into the opening, and gasped.

The opening was just like the pathway, the glowing mushrooms where everywhere and the gemstones stuck out on the edges, Moonlight Galas, small Lavender-like flowers that were normally pale blues or whites and shined like the moon were everywhere, covering every inch of the ground. But that wasn’t what made Amola’s eyes open wide with disbelief, or to cause Gravel to stop in his tracks.

In the middle of all the wisping Moonlight Galas, in the center of the opening, were two elves. They stood still, they didn’t move an inch, it was as if they were frozen in time.

One was a girl, her above the shoulder blond hair was frozen in a stance as if wind had whipped through it. Her rosy cheeks lit up and her white silky dress had the same wind-whipped look as her hair. Her soft yellow leggings looked but a day old and she hovered in the air, her soft brown boots barely hovering over the ground.

On the other side of her, holding her hands, was a boy. His short black hair had the same wind-whipped look as the girl’s, just not as noticeable. He had dark leather gloves covering his hands, and a matching leather waist-length cloak. He had a dark red tunic with navy blue pants. He, just like the girl, hovered off the ground, his dark brown boots a little higher up then the girl’s. They both had their eyes closed, and a ball of white light hovered between the two. They looked about the same age as Amola.

Gravel was the first to recover, and he walked over to the mysterious elves. Then he poked the girl with one of his claws.

“Do you think they’re…?”

“I thought they were extinct…” Amola whispered, “What do you think happened?”

“Hey, you’re an elf, shouldn’t you know all the elf-y stuff?” Was Gravel’s response. “Plus, are you sure they’re actually Sun and Moon elves?”

Amola pointed to the circular crown with golden designs and three diamonds placed in the middle that was on the girl’s head. “Only female Sun elves wear these,” She moved to the boy, and pointed to the leather gloves, “and only male Moon elves wear these.”

Gravel nodded, “We should go, there isn’t anything we can do.”

Amola sighed, ignoring Gravel as she walked over to the elves. She knew what she needed to do.

“Amola, what in Celyra are you doing?!” Gravel asked, for once using Amola’s actual name.

“I have to help,” She said, “They’re the whispers that were in my mind, I have to do something, they’re the last hope of Sun and Moon elves thriving, you know.”

Before Gravel could do anything, Amola Phoenix took a deep breath to calm her nerves, walked over to the girl, and placed her fingers on the Sun elf’s temples.

“The last hope,” She whispered, then she closed her eyes.