Planet: Vahrian
.P.O.V.
FIVE
The time of day was as clear as any others in the afternoon, as up high, thousands of feet in the air, an enormous airship soared the sky. With width of a three two hundred and ninety six, it dwarf nearly any modern ships of the twenty first century and their alternate cousins. Along with it, the height was at a perfect number of ninety one, making it a decently leveled built for it's extremely large size. However, in general, it presented a grand visual experience due to its considerable length of three hundred sixteen, which makes it almost as big as most buildings from the twenty first and sixth century.

(Here it is, I've been on a search for the best description of the airship. Hope yall like it.)
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It was with airship that many natives of Vahrian would whether travel on air, instead of catching a ride on waters.
After all, people on the airship tends to enjoy the view from up high. Which they always do so. All except for a few of them.
Spartan Sierra-005, commonly referred to as Five, is seen standing alone behind a wooden wall, appreciating the sight of the overcast skies.. Despite the altitude of the airship, he was still able to observe the vast expanse of the green grasslands.... Releasing his grip from the ship's ramp, the Spartan took a couple of steps back to appreciate the beautiful landscape of the sky and land. It is not often that an individual like him has the opportunity to engage in such universally human activities. As with every planet in every solar system he has visited, worlds are either abandoned as a result of the ongoing conflict between humans and the Covenant, or the planet is burned to the point where nearly every life is spared from the impending doom of being glassed.
Nonetheless, five took the opportunity to acknowledge the affection he held for each planet in succession... And if there is one other thing he likes about each planet, it is their ocean, as he can't help but feel some sort of connection with it, for it reminds him of his homeworld, Earth. To be more specific, it is the Pacific island, or simply an island in general.
With a simple glance at vahrian's ocean, five couldn't help but be more drawn to it even more, he saw that there were small spec's of what he guesses were regular boats that soars on waters like any twenty first century ships. Zooming in, he notices a few spectacles of different kinds of lights flashing every once in a while. He even saw some small sizes island from where he stood. But he doubt that it was anything other then small, as he speculated that with how high he is, it would obviously be a minor picture from thousands of feet in the air.
Oh how he would've hated if any member of green team would've caught him in a moment of gratification like he is indulging himself in now. However, he somehow wouldn't mind any of their teasing, for he misses them grately. Maria-062 the most energetic one in the group, second only to kurt-051. The there's the third one, grace-093, the adventurous one of the green squad. Following behind her would be Li-008, who five is second to, in only hand to hand combat. After all, li was one of the best martial artists amongst the Spartan two's.
"Heads up, we got company!" Deha Uttered lightly alerting the Spartan...
"You liking the view." A woman spoke shooting the armored man genuine look of greetings.
The Spartan shifted as he turned around to face who the person was, though, as he does, he notices that the young woman wasn't alone. Strolling besides her were a man and a lady. Strangely, five saw that the trio were about the same age, due to how young they are.
"I Do." Replied five as his helmets cams instantly picks out each and every weapon hiddened within the trios outfits.
The three people sauntered forth till they evantually stopped in their tracks four feet away from the Spartan. The girl in the center of the group made one more step forth whereas she brought her left hand up.
"The names kedra, kedra lavest of arenian. These here are my two favorites. Pedir of the casearn village. And the one over there is my cousin, Maddy. I'm sure you don't need to know my surname, as it is pretty obvious."
"Arenian city?" Uttered five recalling back to the certain city he left just a few days ago.
"Bingo! Glad you know it." Beamed kedra with a cheering smile. "I must commend the impressive teamwork you displayed with the daughter of Queen Lager during the contest."
"You are among the luckiest people, in my opinion, to have been chosen as Nalarian's partner. Other than one of her friends and that treacherous prince Zoral, she has never been spotted working together." An Assured Maddy stated with a clear dislike for the prince.
"It was no problem. The princess Nalarian required a partner prior to the commencement of the match, as both the queen and her mother encouraged me to take on the role of her partner for the contest." A Formal yet gravelly five voiced in reply to the issue.
"Don't you mean the empress." Asserted pedir in a banter to the spartans words of usage for the empress.
"Mother, daughter. She's the child to the empress, it makes no difference." Replied five nonchalantly not caring about the discernment look pedir was giving him.
Kedra who was not expecting that kind of response from the Spartan quickly spoke wanting to advert anyone from starting something they would all not like. "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is it you and your group of adventurers are going out for. Is it something important."
"Im afraid that is none of your concern." Replied five feeling like that his and the others mission was none of these three's problem.
Before one of the three could've spoke, a commotion occurred causing the trio and that of the Spartan to turn, as they do, the four of them saw a couple of people huddled up in a circle. Wondering what it is, five tilt his head to the side to get a better look, to what he saw was melvinia.
The elven girl tried to walk away from the group of people, but unfortunately, they wouldn't even allow her to. Attempting to step in between two individuals, melvinia was then sadly grabbed by the back of her hood by one of the man and was pulled back into the center. As the elven girl landed onto her rear those surrounding her all had a field of mixed emotions. Some murmured in silence, silence that the Spartan could very well hear due to his enhance hearing.
Those standing around the deck all stared at the elven girl, some speaking ill of the elf as if she was an accursed child of a town.
As composed as the elven girl was, five could tell that melvinia was near the edge of her patience. The elven girl slowly got up onto her feet, and as the Spartan expected, a man pushes her again causing elf to almost lose her footing. Melvinia looked to where her bow was laying and went to pick it up, however, the same man that had pushed her made an attempt to do what he did one more time, sadly for him, melvinia in a quick succession fooled him to where she turned around and socked him in the face, afterwards she proceeded in grabbing the larger man by the scruff of his tunic pulling him down with all his weight to whereas she used him as a leverage and sent him crashing into others who were quite unexpected by the action.
Quickly after she had done so, melvinia tilt her head to the right as a fist went past her head. Before the surprised attacker could've reciprocate the elven girl's next move he suddenly found himself being swept from under his feet.
A Third person came in next and tried to swung his axe down on the elf girl, unfortunately for him, melvinia had expected him and his goons to jump in as well. Unbeknownst to melvinia, she was unaware of the fact that a hiddened figure dressed in tattered brown robe was conjuring a magic chains towards her.
The previous man who'd pushed melvinia earlier angrily pulled out his sword and made his way towards the elven girl.
Melvinia in an act of perseverance continued to dodge and weave her way in between the group of people. While she does, she noticed the Spartan making his way towards her. Knowing she doesn't have to hurt this people, melvinia effortlessly apprehended one person who threw his spear at her. In a slow motion, she simply sidestepped allowing the weapon to fly by her only to grab it by the handle.
"You shouldn't be here knife ear! Who even allow you wretched bastards to step foot onto our ship!" One man with a chained fishhook blurted out in disdain towards melvinia.
As she stood her ground, melvinia kept her eyes to the front keeping watch of those surrounding her. While doing so, she felt the heavy footsteps of the Spartan who sauntered from behind her as he the evantually stopped next to her in the right.
"I Dont want any trouble!" Declared melvinia hoping the people would at least have the decency to heed her word.
One of the people snicker as he spit down at the ground and wiped his mouth with his hand. "As if that is any true from you elf!"
"What, you don't want to fight your own battle and gotten yourself someone to do it for you!" Spoke a man dressed in a viking like armor.
"Says the bastards who were about to jump a little girl, damn hypocrites!" A Vained Deha voiced already sorting a plan of attack for her carrier.
"On That I agree." Replied Five while scouring the surrounding in silence, while doing so, his eyes landed on one individual hiddened amongst the vast numbers of people. "You Seeing what I'm seeing deha?"
Already locking in on the specific target, deha responded to her carrier as she allowed the Spartan to get a closer look in on the person his eyes was on.
"His hands are glowing, and ummm, Koa. You might wanna stop him before it's too late!" Called out the A.I as she traced the hiddened potent of magic slowly creeping towards five and melvinia's position.
"On it."
The Spartan unholster's his M6 Revolver from the magnetic lock of his right thigh, before anyone could've comprehend what happened next, they all heard an eering clap of a gunshot. Melvinia who was the closest one to the Spartan shot him a look of disbelief while also internally questioning his sudden act.
However, be that as it may, she and the people around them turned their heads to a figure dressed in highly tattered cloak. The person sauntered forward past a woodened fence as he or she then fell off the edge and landed face first into the ground blood splattered all around the floor.
Soon after it, five immediately locked in on a second individual who shifted it's gaze away from his.
"You didn't have to kill him, you know that right." Remarked deha as she had already gave koa the location of the second person, who she and the Spartan guessed were partner's. "Leave this other one alive. We may need answers as to what they wanted with melvinia."
"Copy That." Answered five.
The two people standing nearby quickly gotten out of the way as the giant green armored figure strolled their way and ripped a six feet long wooden pole right off the ground. Melvinia wondering what the Spartan was doing got her answer when she saw him aiming the pole at an individual who was slowly making it's way far away from the commotion.
After assessing the circumstances of his throw, he grasped the pole. At a startling speed, the pole sped through the air with a throw more powerful than an Olympic athlete's, hitting the target at the back of their leg.
The Spartan proceeded towards his objective as those ahead swiftly diverged, clearing a route for him.
Melvinia, in a haste, followed five while catching up to the Spartan. She took a quick glance at the dead body of the figure. While doing so, she recognized the symbol the man had tattooed into his right neck. But soon she put the thought aside and made sure to fall behind her giant of a colleague.
Once she does, she comes to a halt after a loud slam of a door, as a man spoke out in a rough and gravely voice, clearly not pleased with what had just occurred.
"What is it now. If you can not stop making a scene, at least keep your mouth shut when you are drinking got damn it! Ya rotter bootless bastards!"
A member of the ship's crew approached the man and leaned closer to his head, whispering something into his captain's ear... The captain, known for his patience, attentively listened to every word spoken to him and nodded in acknowledgment once his crew mate finished.
His head scoured the area until it landed on the armored figure of the Spartan, and he began making his way onward to meet him. "You must be Morgana's new fellows. My name is Captain Varick. Though do not mind others when they call me Black Eye, as it is pretty obvious to you why that is. Anyway, I was told a lot about you, Spartan."
"Given that it does not always end quickly, I assume it is quite the news." Replied five for he had expected words of his deeds reaching across the lands of Vahrian.
"On that I agree." Varick responded to where his sight lands on the hooded figure who was attempting to pry the grip of the Spartan from his left arm. "Come, you can bring your friend as well seeing as how I'll be interrogating him as well."
Thankful for the old man's offer of gratitude, five first turned to Melvin is and ushered for her to follow along knowing that the surrounding folks aren't so fond of her kind.
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It Didn't take long for the trio to reach the preferred destination that captain varick had chosen for their prisoner. As the one he had chosen was just behind the wall of varicks room.
After closing the door after herself, melvinia along with the Spartan and their captured foe stood still by the order of the captain.
The trio patiently observed as the captain approached the wall beside his bed, silently uttering words as if conversing with someone on the other side.
Melvinia leaned to the right whispering to five. "I Can hear him perfectly, the words, all of it. It's like an enchanted spell to allow a doorway in another side from here."
"I Suggest you keep that to yourself. We don't want to hinder our stay here on the captain's ship." Replied five as he stepped forth with the struggling man in his iron grip. Though, he was quite impressed by the elf skill for being able to hear varicks words from six feet away.
"Come on. We don't got all day." Voiced varick as he led the Spartan and elf with their prisoner passed a dimly lit hallway.
While continuing in on their path, melvinia took a glance around at all the paintings that were hanging up against the wall. "Are all of this painting, we're they the places that you visited once."
Varick adhered to the elven girl's words as he responded to her. "Yes, everywhere I've been to on foot, and on air. I Made sure to remember them, for I have admired some places, beautiful or bad, I loved and will always remember them all... What about you young girl? Any hobbies you like, other then holding a bow n arrow?"
When the old man said that, Melvinia replied in kind, a small smile spreading across her face. "Indeed, I actively engage myseld in the crafts of smithing and music."
"And you big fellow?" Varick says directing his inquiry towards the ever so quiet spartan two.
Five hadn't spoken earlier but processed the old man's question in mere silence till he finally replied. "To Answer your question, yes, I do have hobbies outside of what I do on a daily basis."
Both melvinia and varick eyes twitched pure pity when they saw the Spartan grabbed both arms of their capture and dragged him along with them. With this they had a great understanding of what five meant by his statement.
Varick, on the other hand, came to a stop and signaled for the trio behind him to halt as well.. The two doors in front of the captain opened inward, enabling all four individuals to enter seamlessly.
Once inside, the trio saw Carly and Collon and as well as that of their dwarf ally. Sitting alongside them was Morgana and her daughter purlan.
"Apologies spartan, I know that we were supposed to be out there to meet you. But you see, we had to come down to an important meeting." Morgana spoke as she ushered for him and melvinia to join them.
"I'll stand up. The chairs won't be able to support my weight, plus. I Got a prisoner here, one who he and his partner attempted to kill melvinia earlier." Five told Morgana as she and their group nodded in agreement.
One of the other unknown people around the table overheard the Spartan and had to speak up after what she and everyone gotten from him."His partner, what happened to him?"
Before the Spartan could've made a response he was shortly cut off by the only elf in the room.
"He killed him. The compatriot of these assassin tried to use the chance amongst the rowdy people up there to take me out, unfortunately for him, five here striked him down before I could even made a move." Melvinia says answering the woman's inquiry.
"I See. Seeing as how you've dealt with the assassin, we need to find out why it is that this people want you, elf out?" The woman said, turning to face Morgana, who let out a louder sigh than would have been appropriate.
"The reason these unknowns want Melvinia dead is fairly clear. First, is her being an elf, second is because-
"It is because I am the daughter of elven royalty. My father was a clan chief, and he is about to marry a human queen. I Believe that is the reason why they wanted me dead." Melvinia said cutting Morgana off as she spoke up for herself.
"And that as well." Added Morgan, after all she had heard rumors from the west that a queen was to be married soon, after she had lost her husband due to sickness. "If you don't mind me asking, when is this marriege taking place?"
"Within nine weeks... It's a long time ahead of us, but I doubt my father isn't enjoying it. He said that he and queen orellia have much to plan for those that is visiting." Melvinia responded nonchalantly, unaware that others at the table were murmuring under their breath about the matter.
Even with his arms clamped together by force preventing him from escaping, the hooded man had cloaked pulled back having his face shown for everyone in the room to take a good look at him.
"Damn mongrol, if it wasn't for you, I'd have incinerate you to dusts!" The man spoke out in defiance to the Spartan.
Unfortunately for the man, after he had made that statement, five simply added pressure on his grip man's forearms a painful cry from him. Not stopping after his action, five turned to those infront of him and spoke.
"This man has the same symbol as those I've fought in my previous journey. His group, in my opinion, has ties to the people who abducted Princess Elly, the daughter of Queen Lager.
"The princess, how could this have happened!?" Said one of the people surprised to hear of this sudden news.
"We've never gotten words of this from the empress and her daughter lager. Why have they not informed the others of it?" A Woman added shocked by what the Spartan had told them.
"The queen and empress Lager wished to keep it a secret in order to avoid causing a stir among the other allied kingdoms." Answered five aware of the fact that they wouldn't be able to really help with the princess elly situation.
"Could you please share what information you have about this prisoner that I might not be aware of?" Collon Graves sought to understand the identity of the cloaked figure and his group, which he realized he did not recognize.
"It's a cult. Their names, or basically they're groups name that is, is called the the dulvalians." Morgana responded, already aware of the identity of the captured man's group.
Carly adjusted her position in her seat as she glanced at Morgana for validation. "I'm Assuming you've encountered this cult before?"
"That I have Carly that I have." Replied Morgan in a repetitive tone for she wasn't to keen of the group at all.
Five turns as he glances at Morgana in an inquiry about the issue at hand. "This same group was the ones that took the kid. If you have any information about them, it could help us in our mission of getting the girl back."
"Which is the reason why we are going to this town. Rumor has it, that the towns leader has been receiving help from the dulvalians. I am uncertain about the reasons. Nevertheless, I can confidently say that I sincerely hope my assumptions are incorrect." Morgana told them suspecting the worst outcome from the town.
"And that is?" Carly inquired interested in on the matter, though she could tell that Morgana was a bit off about the town itself.
"I trust you are all aware of the serious situations concerning the raiders?" Morgan said eyes looking at each one of those in the room.
"Yes." Came the simple word out of the Spartan, as he had a strong sense of understanding about the raiders.
When Morgana's eyes halted slightly on the Spartan, she couldn't help but imagine her father standing there, smiling to encourage her to continue in the many conundrums of complications and problems she seems to face in the journey ahead of her.
Closing her eyes for a few good seconds, she guessed that the reasons she has this thoughts about ser-five was the fact that he seems to resemble her father the moment she caught sight of his face back at the blue pearl.
Nonetheless, she exhaled pushing the the mere thought of her father aside and spoke. "The raiders, as some of you've heard, have been going around pillaging the weak and helpless villages and towns, taking those they've captured to wherever their hideouts are."
"I Dont get it, if they are pillaging this places, then why are they killing the people. I Mean don't they want to take as many people as they need?" asked Collon, but he had a hunch that he would be given the response.
"It's simple, they're called raiders for a reason." Captain varick says earning everyones attention.
The apprehended individual, still writhing under Five's firm hold, derided everyone's situations concerning the matters related to the raiders.
"Heh, you fools seems to be as blinded as my master says."
The Spartan was about to inflict more pain than the man was already suffering, but Carly raised her hand urging for him to stop just in time.
"Wait five, let him speak please!" Said Carly ushering for the pained man to continue. "Go on ahead, tell us why it is you think we are blind?"
The man stayed silent for a moment reflecting on his current situation. Then h turned his head to look up at the Spartan and lowered his gaze to the others in the room. "The raiders aren't only going around pillaging and taking those they deem worthy to be alive, they are also searching for someone who was responsible for the death of the raiders boss son. His son jall was killed by someone during one of their raiding parties."
"Oh boy!" Uttered a slightly embarrassed deha knowing where this is going.
"Who killed him?" Questioned captain varick.
"It is said that someone dressed in green armor stands nearly as tall as a forest troll and has the size of an orc. Weapons produce a loud, agonizing boom when they are fired. He is responsible for the death of Jall, the son of the raiders' leader. And I believe you all know who that is." The man exclaimed, heaving with exertion and struggling to keep his cool.
After everyone listened to the man's statement, they gained a clear understanding of whom he was alluding to, as there was no ambiguity regarding his reference, all except one certain super soldier.
"Five, I'm guessing you are the one who killed jall?" Asked Varick.
"I Did." Answered five nonchalantly, noticing from the inside of his helm that everyone was giving him an insightful amounts of looks. "But, to be clear, I had no idea who he was; I suspected that he was just like his companions, going around and destroying innocent lives for their own gain. particularly considering that he and his gang were just a few seconds away from killing an entire family. I therefore intervened and took down this jall and his entire group."
"Nahhh, I don't blame you for it son, besides, you did me and others a favor of doing so. Bastards and his cult defeserves whatever worst of fate that comes their way."
"That won't stop them from continuing their search for the Spartan." One of varick's crew ate spoke. "We've dealt with the raiders before, they'll stop at nothing from disappointing their leader."
"Kingdoms that are on the brink of falling, villages and towns, all of them are the main targets of these raiders. They've been doing this before the others' arrival, and now that the kingdoms' forces have dwindled, the mongrels have sped up their acts ever since then. A Female crew commented with clear disdain for the raiders.
"Others?" A Crewmate responded in question to his fellow.
"She's speaking about the men in greens." Captain varick said answering the man as he then unclasped his arms and onto his waist. "Words has it that ever since the gate on alnus hill was claimed by outsiders, otherwise known as men in greens. Emporor molt had his allied kingdoms send their armies to reclaim the lost hill and gate. Sadly, it would fall onto them as their mistake, causing the downfall of each kingdoms. Hell, two kings had died in battle. Four have been heavily injured, if that is even true."
"Theres the other one." The same woman spoke causing others to glance her way. "The sky people, one of our spies manages to infiltrate a village of elves and humans. He only manages to do so due to him being a resident there. Man was not able to do the same in the main base of the sky people."
"Varick, you have the orb. Show them."
Carly raised her head slightly and gazed at the Spartan, five who recognized her concern regarding the unexpected situation, and in response, he nodded in her direction, encouraging her to have at least a bit of patient.
"Should we warn them koa?" Deha said asking five.
"No, we'll wait it out. If we find anything
Afterwards, the two and everyone stared at the orb that Varick set on the table. Once he had done so, a green light appeared and continued to spread throughout the room. Carly and those who were not prepared for the sudden surprise quickly went to cover their eyes.
"What the hell!" Muttered Carly in an obscenely clear disdain for the bright light struck her before she could even blink.
A groaning collon, having overheard her, also contributed, as he too was not exempt from the same old fate... "Ughhh! Your one to talk, however, I don't blame you. This like having to get hit with a flash bang point blank!"
Morgan who was the first to gather herself lowered her right arm as she glances at those in the table. "I Second that... Captain varick, next you try doing that, please leave us a warning."
"Of course ma'am! I Meant no harm for that, I was just simply showing something, without of course giving you all ladies and gentlemen trouble." The least apologetic man replied in mere sense of humor.
"That ship, it's unsc eternity." Spoke five making those around him turn their attention toward flying monstrosity of what is known as eternity.
"You know of its name?" Varick inquired about the lack of communication he has received from one of his crewmates who is originally from the village that has now become the town of Greenforst.
"Yes, I've gotten words of it from one of my people, before we had went on sea." Answered five seeing a nod of confirmation from Varick.
"What exactly is it you want to get from the sky people?" Morgana inquired of Varick, aware that some of his crewmates were attentively eavesdropping on her question.
"News around Vahrian was spread of these uncs-
"U.N.S.C." Corrected Carly.
Varick glanced at the oni agent mentally thanking her. "Yes, that. News of these UNSC has spread around Vahrian, regarding their deeds in aiding the evacuation of some of the nearby small villages. Though in the towns, while some of the leaders had accepted help from the sky people, others were still hesitant... I owe my knowledge of the situation in Greenforest to Hazen's diligent efforts in gathering information from the locals."
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LOCATION : GREEN FORST TOWN
MONTH - JULY 20
UEG-UNSC YEAR : 2571
P.O.V.
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SANDRA LOPEZ
The hum of machinery filled the air as Sandra's gaze lingered on a nearby scaffold, where a young construction worker was perched precariously. Her grandson, jacob, tugged at her sleeve, his youthful curiosity evident.
"Grandma," he said, his voice a mix of awe and apprehension, "do you think they'll actually let us finish this? I heard some of the locals aren't too happy about this wall being built."
Sandra smiled faintly, though the weight of jacob question settled in her chest. "Change is never easy, Jacob. But the walls aren't just for us—they're for them too, even if they don't see it yet."
Elizabeth, walking a few paces ahead, turned back and added, "The meeting next week will be crucial. If the chieftains agree, we might finally gain access to the materials we need."
Behind her, morgan and the young elven Aurelia raced each other down the unfinished street, their laughter ringing out amidst the metallic clanging. Workers paused briefly, some smiling at the scene before returning to their tasks. Despite the looming challenges, moments like these reminded Sandra what they were working for: safety, unity, and perhaps even peace.
The mountain and caves that they are getting the resources from were just sixteen miles from the UNCS base, south of their position..Captain Whitcomb and Vice Admiral Miranda Keyes were pleased by their military folks in conducting a thorough search of the areas surrounding their mining operations for any indications of life, such as villages or towns... They are skeptical about the existence of any nearby kingdoms; if such kingdoms did exist, they are aware that it wouldn't be long before a group of medieval knights or soldiers would arrive to investigate why a group of unidentified people were mining on an unpopulated area.
Sandra speculated that it wouldn't be long before more individuals from Trevalyan would also desire to inhabit Vahrian. Regrettably, she sensed that their presence in this newly discovered world would eventually attract the interest of various nations in Vahrian.
"Grandma." Spoke one of Sandra's grandchildren.
Sandra looked down at one of the triplets. "What can I help you with Daley?"
"Can we play with Aurelia at the griffin stables. Please?" Daley Pleaded, her voice tinged with irritation, as she then shot her siblings a sharp glare. For they had pressured her into asking their grandmother, after all, she had failed a deal she made with them.
With her arms on her waist, Sandra stared down at her granddaughter. "And where is this griffin stable at, is it outside or inside?"
"It's inside, on an animal barn stationed near one of those farm buildings." Answered Daley wanting to ride one of the mythical creatures she used to read about in school.
Sandra looked at Elizabeth, eyes slightly turned in a genuine concern. Those creatures she had saw earlier after the meeting, they were six times the size of an average human being, even taller then that of the spartans she saw before.
Even though she had laid eyes on various unusual creatures on many planets she had been in, these griffins don't come close to some of them in sizes and ferocity... Nonetheless, this does not imply that she is ignoring the griffins, as she remains uncertain about their potential hostility towards her grandchildren, regardless of the villagers' or natives' claims of their friendliness.
"I Say we should give it a try mom." Elizabeth encouraged her mother to take action, as she also wished to witness the alleged mythical beings.
Closing her eyes briefly, Sandra contemplated her decision, considering its implications until she finally exhaled and nodded at her grandchildren. "Fine, you three can go on ahead. But! I will follow after, knowing how much of troublemakers you three can be, it is best for me to keep an eye on y'all."
"Yesss! Thank you Grams!" Said Daley expressing her excitement with an exclamation while leaping up and down, then dashed off after her siblings before Sandra and Elizabeth had the chance to call out to her.
"Damn, those kids are too fast for their age!" With a hand on her face, an exasperated Sandra sighed before trailing behind the triplets and Aurelia.
The mother-daughter duo arrived promptly to witness the triplets and Aurelia entering the barn where the griffins were located. Though some of them were locked in the stables, others were out galloping with their elven and human riders.
As they approached the barn, Sandra and Elizabeth walked past the fence and halted in their steps. Rushing past them was a pair of griffin riders who had just arrived from wherever. Sandra inferred that they had likely come from their patrols upon her noticing a few more griffin riders flying here and there. She guessed right, since they've arrived on greenforst, Sandra saw a couple of them patrolling the skies earlier.
While watching the kids, Sandra, being the ever so concerned grandmother, shuddered in slight fear for the kids. As Suddenly, a griffin screeched out loudly as it stood up on its two back legs while kicking at the air.
"Morgan!" Called out Elizabeth as she hurried onward with Sandra behind her.
The two of them thinking the worst that when they reached the kids, they pulled Aurelia and Morgan back. While Jacob and Daley stopped saw them and stepped back.
"What were you kids thinking of getting that close to the creature! You could've gotten killed damn it! Next time be weary of danger, understand!?" Berated a distressed Sandra for her grandkids unawareness.
"Sorry about that ladies, it's kind of my fault." Another voice emerged, this one significantly deeper than those of the children, Sandra, and Elizabeth.
The mother and daughter pair turned their heads and observed a man emerging clearly from the opposite side of the griffin's considerable larger size.
Standing infront of the two was a tanned skin man, about six foot and five inches tall. His hair was as blonde as henrique'z. Though henrique'z dyed his blonde. He donned an attire that closely resembled that of an ordinary farmer.
While the Griffin was escorted by two other townsfolk to its stable for dinner, the man approached them with a friendly smile.. "Hello there, it is nice meeting a fellow outsiders!"
"Outsiders?" Uttered Elizabeth as she glances at her mother and back on the man.
The man let out a slight chuckle as he dust some small leafs off of himself and replied. "As in sky people. I Offer my thanks to you and your folks. It means alot to me, knowing that my people was kept safe while I was away."
Elizabeth knelt down and picked up a tool that the man had dropped earlier. "No need to thank us. Besides, our superiors only did this as a sign of peaceful trust amongst us and you all."
Thanking the woman, he accepted the hooves scrape from her hands. Yet as he tucked the tool into the leather bag in his waist, he could not help but be drawn in by Elizabeth's alluring look.
Nonetheless, he quickly pushed aside the thought of her and spoke once more. "And that is something I am very appreciative of." The man says as he shook hands with her. "The names haze, hazen kellinev. And you are?"

Name: Hazen (Haze for short) Is part of varicks crew.
Last Name: Kellinev
Eyes: Dark Blue
Skin color: Golden Sand
Hair: Blonde
Height: 6 ft 9inch
Weight: 238 Ib
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Determining that revealing her true name would not be detrimental, Elizabeth opted to persevere in this circumstance with the man. "Elizabeth, you can call me Elizabeth Lopez. And this here is my mother."
Sandra seeing the connection between the two offered to say her own name after her daughter had done so. "Greetings, my name is Sandra. I got to say, this place isn't so bad after all."
"And yet it is. Mostly thanks to the two chieftains." Said hazen in an admiration for the two leaders of greenforst. "Would you like to see the griffins, you know, feel a touch of them?"
Sandra and Elizabeth both peered at one another as if considering the man's offer. While her daughter was keen on trying it out, Sandra was thinking it over, of why she thought this was a bad idea.
"Come on mom, there's a first time for everything." said Elizabeth as she looked at Sandra, eyes deepening even further hoping her mom would accept it.
"Fine, it wouldn't hurt to try."
"Excellent! Come on. I'll show you two the first ones. But i do got a Question, yall don't mind getting dirty?" Hazen asked looking at the Two's clothing.
"Yeah, we don't mind." Answered Sandra who hesitated at first but then made her step after her daughter.
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P.O.V.
EMPRESS NAHARA
Standing in the balcony of one building, nahara watches as both Sandra and Elizabeth enter's the Griffin station. Her eyes moved up at the sky. Up ahead she could see one of the sky people's abnormal ships staying there in midair.
She's seen airship of other kinds in her lifetime upon Vahrian's many lands. But this kinds, the ones these sky people, these outsider's. It somewhat irks her.
The technology that the so called unsc has achieved far surpasses any that the nation's of Vahrian could perceive... Yet, the only difference between the two was the magic that is used on countless airship, and that they also utilize the use of magic in multiple other contraptions as well, including weapons such as bows and guns.
However, the sky people, or the unsc that is, wasn't the only player in this matter. The man in greens, the ones that had captured the gate on alnus hill, they too was another issue. Their tech wasn't on a near level as that of their counterpart, but it was sure as hell as deadly as each other. She knows that well, for she had seen the effect it can cause on any foe foolishly enough to test it.
"Empress," A Familiar old man said announcing himself.
Without even turning to acknowledge his presence, the empress just simply spoke. "Please feel free to address me by my name instead of that title, nilrem. The title is merely for appearances."
A Blitheful expression showed on the man's face as he made his way onward and stood next to the empress. "I See you couldn't help yourself from observing her."
Comprehending the subject her long-time friend was addressing, she responded appropriately, aiming to continue their conversation. "That I have nilrem, that I have. She is and odd one. I couldn't help myself from watching them."
Nilrem's curiosity was undeniable as he leaned slightly forward, his aged hands clasped over the polished head of his staff. His voice, calm yet edged with intrigue, broke the silence. "I assume you are speaking of Lady Sandra and her children?"
Nahara's gaze flicked toward him, her expression betraying a momentary flicker of frustration, though she didn't refute his question. "Correct. I've met Lady Sandra and her children—all except two of them," she replied, the weight of her words suggesting the significance of those absences.
The wizard tilted his head slightly, as if to invite elaboration. Nahara obliged, a touch of resignation in her tone. "Rose... and a certain Spartan," she clarified. The name hung in the air like a whisper of the past, a thread inviting unspoken memories to unravel.
"I've managed to indulge myself in speaking with one of her siblings," Nilrem confessed, a cautious edge creeping into his voice.
Nahara's sharp eyes turned to him, her curiosity sparked. "Which one?"
"Kathy Lopez—the third sister, just before her younger sibling, Hannah," Nilrem admitted. There was a pause as he seemed to weigh his next words carefully, his staff now gripped a little tighter. "While speaking with the young lady, I persuaded her to share some of the history between her and her family. What she revealed..." His voice trailed off, a shadow of guilt crossing his features. "I made a critical decision based on what I saw."
Nahara's brow furrowed, her commanding demeanor quickly reasserting itself. She inhaled deeply, her tone measured but laced with unmistakable disapproval. "Please tell me you didn't delve into the girl's memories."
"I did," Nilrem admitted, his gaze faltering as he shifted uncomfortably. Anticipating her reaction, he glanced briefly toward Sandra and Elizabeth, who were preoccupied with following a half-elf's instructions on tending to the griffins.
"What I observed," the wizard continued, turning back to meet Nahara's scrutinizing gaze, "was a vibrant tapestry of memories—bright, joyful, and filled with the laughter of her siblings. Kathy's recollections painted a picture of familial bonds so strong that they seemed almost unbreakable. The eldest sister, Rose, is a remarkable leader, one who bears an uncanny resemblance to Queen Lager in both appearance and demeanor."
Nahara allowed a faint smile to touch her lips as she reflected on those words. "Lager was quite the rebellious spirit in her younger years," she mused, her voice softened by distant memories. "But as a woman, she's learned to hone that energy into a formidable strength. Still, I doubt that rebellious streak ever truly left her."
Nilrem chuckled knowingly, nodding. "I can't argue with you there. Lager was, and still is, that same fiery lass."
As his gaze wandered back to Sandra and Elizabeth, who now bustled amidst the restless griffins, Nilrem's tone grew quieter, more contemplative. "Each sibling's memories spoke of happiness shared among them, a warmth that could brighten even the darkest of days. Elizabeth, in particular, seemed to reflect this joy most vividly. Yet, beneath their laughter, there was a recurring thread—a sorrow deeply etched into their collective past."
Nahara's shoulders tensed at his words, her hands clasping in front of her as if to steady herself for what was to come. Her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Four brothers, four girls—that's how many children I have," she murmured. The weight of what followed was heavy on her tongue. "Greythrien was the youngest of them all... Sandra has five daughters and four sons now. But when I offered my hand to her, I saw the truth in her memories."
She hesitated, as if reluctant to speak the name that loomed in her mind. "Koa, the fifth of her boys, is her youngest son. Nilrem, he looks just like Greythrien once did. From her memories, I saw Koa only as a child—an infant, a boy barely five years old. Beyond that, I know nothing. I don't even know what he looks like beneath that helmet of his."
The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the distant rustle of griffin feathers and the soft murmurs of the half-elf's instructions. Nahara's words lingered in the air, fraught with the unspoken weight of grief and uncertainty.
But one thing for sure, he also had a way in directing her attention away from the pain she was feeling. "I Also have one other matter you'll like to see."
Wiping a tear from her left eye, nahara accepted a hankerchief from one of her guards, and soon spoke in adherence to the wizard. "Go on, show me."
Nilrem extended his arm and directed his right palm towards the small table positioned in front of the empress.. Subsequently, a green smoke emerged, slowly revealing a view of the clouds.. Subsequently, it commenced abruptly with a raven soaring past the clustered clouds. It ascended gradually until it ultimately revealed a sizable airship gliding high above the terrain at thousands of feet.
Proceeding further, the raven ascends towards the airship, ultimately perching itself on one of the small trees situated above one of the decks.
The empress and nilrem watched as the raven observed countless of people roaming the ship here and there. With this many people, it could come as close to as that of the numbers of natives in greenforst. Some people were either conversing in talks between each other, some were either drinking ales of beers and arm wrestling in some sort of test of strength. Others were by the edge of the ships deck looking down at the lands below them.
Although one quickly attracted Nahara's attention, the Spartan was observed looking down at the scenery before him.. Subsequently, it depicted him conversing with three individuals who approached him. Their conversation persisted until a disturbance arose nearby, interrupting the four of them.
"Melvinia, I told that girl not to wonder off on her own." Nahara expressed her dissatisfaction quietly to herself.
"Keep watching." Nilrem made a comment encouraging her to keep observing.
Nahara did as her old friend said, as she watched melvinia being pushed around by a group of people. Half of these grown man were in their mid fifties to thirty years old. A small percentage of them were in their twenties, yet we're overwhelmed by the elders amongst them.
Melvinia, under the watchful gaze of the empress, diligently followed Nahara's instructions, striving to minimize any potential conflicts with humans beyond the western nation... Regrettably for Nahara's discontent, she was aware that ultimately, humans, among all the other beings in Vahrian, would encounter issues with the young elven girl's nature.. Historically, there has been a prolonged rivalry between elves and humans, marked by hostility that has lasted for thousands of years.
However, what she observed was simply immature behavior from these grown men who were instigating a conflict with someone who harbored no ill intentions towards them.
The anger she had been experiencing since witnessing this began to diminish as the Spartan approached the commotion involving Melvinia and the humans. She noticed that those in the Spartan's path hastily moved out of his way.
From her vantage point, Nahara felt an ache deep within her chest. The humans had once again surrounded Melvinia and the Spartan, their voices sharp and unyielding, tearing into her as if her existence were an affront. Nahara's hands trembled slightly, not with fear but with frustration—a boiling mix of anger and helplessness. She had seen this happen before, countless times, and yet it never ceased to sting. How could they be so blind? So consumed by prejudice that they couldn't see the quiet strength Melvinia carried?
Melvinia didn't deserve this. Her luminous scales and ethereal presence—traits that should have inspired awe—were turned into weapons of scorn. The insults about her needing "five to rescue her" cut deeper than Nahara cared to admit, a bitter reminder of the humans' narrow-minded cruelty.
As she stood in the shadows, watching, Nahara felt the weight of her own hesitation. She wanted to intervene, even if it was just a record of the previous time, to shield Melvinia from the unkindness of the world, but doubt whispered in her mind. Would her voice make a difference? Would it simply add fuel to the fire? Still, she couldn't ignore the growing pull in her heart—a call to act, to stand with Melvinia despite the risks.
Observing the scene, she wrestled with the reality of human nature and the choice before her. To stay silent meant surrendering to the tide of their hatred. To step forward meant embracing her own courage and reshaping what felt like an immutable narrative. The question loomed, and Nahara knew her answer would define her more than any words the humans could hurl.
While the humans argued over Five's unsettling silence and the revelation of Melvinia's elven heritage, the air in the chamber seemed heavy—buzzing with tension. Nahara, weary but curious, cast a cautious glance toward Five, whose brooding demeanor had become increasingly disconcerting. Suddenly, in a sharp, practiced motion, Five's hand darted to his holster, drawing his small-arms weapon. The metallic scrape of the firearm cut through the heated murmurs of the group, drawing startled gasps.
Nahara froze, her breath hitching in her throat as Five leveled his aim upward toward the shadowy figure perched silently above them. His grip was steady, his eyes hard—a soldier ready to eliminate a threat.
The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed violently, like a whip splitting the air. The figure, now visibly startled, jerked backward, but it was already too late. Time seemed to slow as the sound of shattered stone mixed with the guttural noise of the body hitting the ground.
Nahara chuckles, impressed by five's quick thinking. It seems there's more to him then meets the eye. Watching Five holstered his weapon as if nothing had happened, his cold, calculated gaze scanning the group with deadly precision, searching for any more of the same target he's taken out. The it settled on one more hooded figure that tried running away.
Waiting for what's to come next, she expected him to just shoot the man dead as well, but she was sadly wrong when the Spartan strolled towards a pole and ripped it off the ground. Already knowing what wold happened then, she saw the man get speared by the pole as the back of his leg was pierced by it.
Desiring to see more of the performance, Nahara felt a sudden disappointment as Nilrem gestured towards the area where the magic show had vanished before her eyes.
"We have visitors nahara." Spoke the wizards as he and the empress turned towards the door entrance.
One of her guards, upon hearing a knock, approached the double wooden doors and opened it. As one guard does opens it all the way, nahara and nilrem saw as a woman greeted them with a genuine smile.
"I Hope I hadn't bother you your highness." The woman spoke in a gratifying appearance. "May I enter?"
The two guards positioned between the woman and her group awaited confirmation from their empress.
With a gesture, nahara motions for the guards to let the woman and her group through. "Yes, you may. After all, this isn't my home."
Appreciating the empress's regal formality, the CIA agent led her team forward, boots crunching against the polished, marbled floor of the grand hall. The empress stood tall, an imposing figure who seemed to command the very air around her. As the agent stopped precisely six feet away from Nahara and the enigmatic wizard Nilrem, she couldn't help but notice the empress's piercing gaze—both unyielding and inscrutable.
Around them, flickering torches cast long, dancing shadows against ancient tapestries that told the stories of forgotten empires. The wizard's hands rested on his staff, faint trails of light snaking around its surface, as if charged by unseen forces. Nahara, her expression unreadable, glanced briefly at the agent and her squad then back at her, as if waiting for a cue in the unspoken tension that hung between them.
"May I know of why it is you are here for milady?" Nahara asked, casting a suspicious glance at the woman.
"Yes ma'am. But first allow me to introduce myself. I Am Jane Harrow of the people in green, I and my team comes from alnus hill, beyond the other side of the gate." Offered the Jane as she stepped aside and let one of her colleagues forth.

Name: Jane (C.I.A)
Last Name: Harrow
Eyes: Dark Black
Hair Color: Black And Brown
Skin Color: Natural Tan
Height: 5 ft 11inch
Weight: 176 Ib
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This man was was slightly younger then that of Jane harrow. Wearing a black and orange striped contact glasses. Clothes befitting that of his actual work in the cia.
While being a dark brown-skinned man, he made up for his build; after all, with the way he works, Nahara guessed he was like some sort of worker in his world.
Bringing his arm up, the man was glad that the empress shook hands with him.
"I Am Troy Marshall your highness. I also come from beyond the gate. But I do gotta admit it, this world of yours is beautiful as my colleagues back on Al us says it is." Said Troy as he took a step back and let another one of his team showed himself.

Name: Troy
Last Name: Marshall
Eyes: Black
Hair Color: Dark Black
Skin Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6 ft 2inch
Weight: 238 Ib
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This one however, just from the looks of it, nahara could tell was a seasoned warrior, as she could see the scar in the man's right side of his face." And you are? "
The once hard headed soldier made one step forth shaking hands with the empress in greetings. "The names frank Woods milady, I could say many things about me, but it'll only bored you even further."
"It is an honor meeting you soldier. The same goes for all of you as well. But to be that as it may, I am quite interested why you've all decided to meet me here, when you all could've waited till tomorrow meeting?" Nahara said expressing a strong interest in understanding the reasons behind their visit.
"Your highness, one of our own I believe has been on the same airship that this spartan and his group of adventurers is in." Replied Jane harrow in confirming their sudden visit. "We believe that he is following after these five, in hope that he and his group will lead him to his destination."
"And why is it that these colleague of yours hadn't inform you of his plan. Because I can tell from the looks upon your faces that he probably did this out of his own reason?" Nahara asked them having a great sense of understanding that they probably didn't know about these colleague of their own going out of his way to do as he did.
"It's because he went rogue. We have been searching for him for quite a while. The last time we gotten words of him was when an allied nation of ours was suddenly attacked by unknown beings, when the gate appeared in the middle of Japan." Troy responded answering the empress question.
"We only manage to get words of his whereabout due to one of our friend that was tracking him." Jane told the empress hoping that lazar was alright.
"Well, with ser five and his group on the move. Your rogue friend isn't so far behind, seeing as how they are all on the same ship. Speaking of friend, a colleague of yours by the name of collon graves. With him amongst the Spartan and his group, I'd assume he is informing you all of their trips. Am I correct?"
"Yes ma'am. Although, we have just been told of their arrival in their desires destination." Harrow responded back at the empress.
"We also came to you for another issue as well." Troy Marshall added in.
Nahara's attention set upon the man, ushering for him to continue. "And that is?"
"Our superiors, they also wished to set a meeting between you and that of the unsc. But in alnus Hill. They wish get yours and the other royals permission to enter your lands, so that they can be able to pass by, in the legal way." Jane harrow said answering for Troy and her group.
"And that of the sky people, what have their leader, captain whitcomb and vice admiral got to say about this?" Nahara inquired feeling like there was something behind these people's inquiries.
"We can't say your highness, for our leaders wishes for you, captain whitcomb and the vice admiral to meet them. From there on, they'll gladly inform you three of their intentions." Jane told the empress nonchalantly.
"Fine, I'll see what I can do. Though, I'll have to halt the meeting with the royals and the chieftains tomorrow." Says nahara who in a halt quickly spoke once more. "As a matter of fact, we will meet your superiors tomorrow. Tell them, that I and the others will gladly answer to their requests."
Nilrem who was quiet throughout the whole conversation turned and quietly whispered to the empress. "Nahara, are you sure about this. After all, we don't really know much about these people of green and their true intentions?"
"That it may be old friend. But I believe with the help of these outsiders, they can help us with our main issues. The raiders are too much of a hindrance, not only that, rumors of the legions has been spreading all throughout the lands and seas of Vahrian. As powerful as the allies are, I'm afraid it won't be enough to stop what's coming... I Know what I'm doing is going to cause some difference amongst Vahrian's people, but we will need the people in green and that of the sky peoples aid for the upcoming atrocities." Nahara told nilrem urging for him to understand her reasons in on this.
With a resigned sigh, Nilrem rubbed his nose with his eyes closed, acknowledging that the empress was entirely correct in her assertion. "Fine, I'll agree with you on that. I Just wish we aren't too late."
The empress and the wizard both turned to face the Cia agents, signaling their mutual agreement in on the offer.
"I Also will be attending this meeting between you all. As one of the elder wizards of Vahrian, it is my right that I oversee the saftey of my people." Declared nilrem, willing to not take a no from any of the agents.
"As you wish your highness." Frank Woods mockingly addressed the wizard, followed by a slight bow.
The empress leaned towards nilrem in whisper. "This one's got a sense of humor."
"Reminds me of a certain daughter of yours." Nilrem replied back.
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