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Finally, I am putting up a story that explains why the lands of Kethraka are destroyed...and how Fyrethil got his name.

 

Lightning cracked through the sky, creating a brilliant reminescance of light and electricity.  The dance of energy lit up the lush green land of Kethraka, which sat in tranquility beneath a angered bloody sky. Young, red-haired, and fiery-tempered Xethnar Fyrexetha stared up at it in disbelief.  Weather like this only occured in the most morose of circumstances.  Something was wrong, there were energies and magics being weaved that didn't belong in his beautiful homeland.  His father would be angry, something was intruding. "Xeth!"  His younger brother's voice reached his ears along with his footfalls.  "Xeth, father wants us back at the palace immediately." Xeth just kept staring at the sky and at the hills that led straight into the next province that didn't belong to his father's rule.  Those energies wouldn't have been able to get through with the sentries there.  That must mean that... "PYTH!  GO!  THE SENTIRES AT THE GATE HAVE BEEN TAKEN OUT!" "WHAT!?" "That is NOT a natural storm!  That is a MAGIC STORM!  Get back to father, NOW!"' "Don't be a hero, Xeth, there's nothing you can do, the army will have to take care of it.  Don't be a fool!" Xeth lingered for a moment longer, then nodded.  Pyth was right, there was nothing he could do by himself.  Whatever was attacking them, it was not something he believed he could handle with his power alone.  Not even Fyrellithil could handle that. "You're right, go, go!"  He spread his wings and took off after Pyth, the air combusting slightly behind him, leaving a trail of smoke and ash.  This was highly unusual, nothing had ever gotten past the sentries before, what could be different about now?  This thing must be extremely powerful, whatever it was. Before too long, they were landing at the palace in the city of Keynesha.  They ran through the enormous double doors that led into the throne room and barreled straight for their mother and father.  There, Pyth doubled over, trying to catch his breath, but Xeth launched into a full scale worried explanation of what he saw. "Something must have breached the gates, father...this storm is not natural.  Something's very wrong.  No magic would have been able to penetrate this land if those phoenixes were still alive." Fyrexedathil looked down at his son with a thoughtful expression on his face.  He turned to General Nythus to his right and gave the slightest of nods.  That nod only meant one thing, and the way he delivered it made everyone realize what was just about to happen. The King of Kethraka had just mobilized the entire Phoenixian Army. "Father, let me fight!" Xeth begged.  This would be the first war he would ever get to fight, his father left him out of the War of Gods and Demons for the most part, he fought in a single battle that lasted barely an hour in that war. "I beg of you, father!" "No, Xethnar, you will not fight this battle.  YOu are not strong enough for these forces.  To call upon a magic storm of this magnitude takes a very strong magic user.  You are not ready for this battle.  Make sure Pyth and the villagers are safe, that is what I must ask of you. Lovingly, he put his hands on Xeth's shoulders and smiled at his son the way he always had whenever he was proud.  "Don't worry, my son, your time will come to lead our people to glory, and I have no doubt you'll make an even better warrior soon than you already are!" "Sure, father..."  he said softly.  He wondered if his father even had heard what he said, for by the time the sentence was finished, Fyrexedathil was already moving. "Come on, Pyth, let's get out into the city and keep order in the streets, it is the request of the King."  He was upset, he'd been begging his father for ages to let him fight, and now at the age of one hundred and twelve thousand, he was getting bitter that he couldn't fight when he wanted to. "My Lord, the enemy is advancing at an alarming rate, they've already blown through the first few towns and did not even stop to loot.  They're coming straight for us.  I don't think there's anything that we can do, this enemy is much too determined to kill you and the entire royal family." "Relax, General, we will fight this battle, and will will attain victory, just like in every war.  This shall be no different.  Even Dark Gods could not stand before our might, how can mortals hope to?" "It is as you say, My Lord, VICTORY SHALL BE ATTAINED THIS DAY!" A roar of cheers greeted the General's cry, and as the enemy reached the top of the hill, the Phoenixian army took to the sky and dove down upon their enemies with chivalry and abandoned all thought of death and loss. Battle was joined once again in the Land of Kethraka, and this was likely to be very bloody. This wasn't the first time Xeth had been chosen to do something less honorable that fight in a battle side by side with his father.  That was his dream.  All he wanted in life now, other than what he already had, was to fight side by side with, just to STAND NEXT TO his father in the heat of battle. "Xeth...the battle has started and...have you seen Fyrellithil?" "No, that's what's worrying me, he may have shown up late to the battle." "But father never let him fight either, so why would the change happen so suddenly?" "Fyrellithil's older than us, Pyth, it only makes sense because he's the first-born and first created.  It's not as if he's not old enough to earn certain privelages." It had been ages, and the battle must still have been happening.  There hadn't been any changes in the lighting coming from where the battle had been started. "That's it!"  Xeth screamed.  "I can't sit here any longer, I have to fight!" Frustrated, he spread his wings and took off into the air while drawing his blade. "XETH!  COME BACK!  YOU AREN'T READY!" "Shetha de fe'chra uca, Pyth!" Pyth let his older brother fly off and grew silent as those last words.  "Well...that was rude." "We're not getting anywhere with this, My Lord!" "I'm well aware of this fact, General,"  Fyrexedathil struck down yet another enemey.  But something reached his ear.  The flutter of energy burning around a magical attack and growing closer hit him. An explosion erupted almost right underneath him and sent him flying backwards.  That was one powerful attack that he had never expected to expreience the brunt of.  Who had it come from, no one out here was that powerful. Wait, there...that power signature...no...it can't be. "Kotoko hyda nynulus, father..."  Fyrellithil's voice reached his father's ears, but it was not the same.  It was cold, dark, tortured. "No, my own son.  It's not possible.  You can't be the one leading this army." "Oh, but I am father, I am the one who has come to get revenge for losing a constant power struggle.  But finally, I think my power has surpassed yours father!"  A loud, evil cackle escaped Fyrellithil's mouth as he brought his blade down to finish his father off, but Fyrexedathil wouldn't have that, he quickly blocked the attack and retaliated by sending an energy blast stright at his son at close range. It missed. Fear overwhelmed him and he took a step back.  "You are NOT my son, you are a MONSTER!" "I am what you made me to be, father, you have no one to blame but yourself." Xethnar landed in the middle of the battle and immediately began attacking everything that came his way.  Something was not right somehow.  He felt to ver familiar energy signatures, one belonging to his father and the other belonging to Fyrellithil.  But they were clashing.  That was not right, why would they be clashing. Yet, as the the crowd before him cleared, the most horrifying sight that Xeth's eyes had ever fallen on was revealed. Fyrellithil stood with his blade through their father's chest. "Fyrellithil...HOW COULD YOU!" Before Xeth could move another step, Fyrellithil's blade burst into flame, and destroyed their father's soul. "It is DONE, father!" Blood exploded out of their father's back and horror overcame Xeth.  He fell to his knees, tears falling from his eyes. The sky was raining ash, and he had already sustained wounds.  But the pain left him, and the sound of the battle had been drowned out.  Fyrellithil, his own brother, had just murder their father. "No...."  Memories flashed through his mind.  "No!"  They ended with that smile on his father's face, that proud smile... "NO!" The scream echoed through the entire land, drowning out the sounds of battle as light exploded from Xeth's body.  All his power was releasing itself at once.  The explosion began at the point where he sat and spread throughout the entire land, burning through the lush grasslands and jungles and destroying them completely.  The ground became corroded and infected with an overdose of energy. The enemy was entirely obliterated and the Phoenixian Army skattered, flying off some of them beging taken by the explosion. Light, nothing but light, then it faded, and there was nothing but black. Xethnar opened his eyes to find the most hearbreaking sight laying before him.  Just moments ago this land had been lush and beautiful.  But now it was a wasteland.  Everything was destroyed, rivers of crystal clear water had turned to torrents of molten rock, and every city had been destroyed. Slowly and painfully, he stood up, picked up his blade, and sheathed it.  He couldn't stay here.  It was not ethical, he had to leave, this was his fault and he needed to make things right be removing himself from the land that he had once loved.  He had now destroyed it and he didn't belong here.  Without looking back at the horrifying sight that lay around him, he left the land of Kethraka, and would not return for thousands of years. "No longer..." he whispered.  "No longer am I Xethnar..." He didn't deserve it. "I am Fyrethil..."

Author's Note

I think I must have been drunk actually when I wrote this...