The Last Moonflower

Her golden eyes never waivered as a band of orcs were charging towards her. She easily jumped over her enemies' heads and disposed of them one by one. The silent forest was no longer calm, fists meets jaws and feet meets guts. For her, fighting is like an everyday routine. "Naira, are you done yet?" A woman wearing an eyepatch watched idly on the side of the forest. "Not yet." Naira says in response, skillfully throwing the last orc over her head. "Now, I'm done." "Took you long enough." The woman clad in leather and wolf fur walked towards her. "Would've been easier if the great ol' General Kiya would've helped me in the first place." Naira rolled her eyes in reponse. straightening her corset and pulling up her black thigh high socks. "The daughter of Chief Cali needs ME?" Kiya says, feigning a surprised expression on her face. "Whatever." Naira chuckles, tucking her short onyx colored hair behind her pointy ears. The two headed towards the rocky slopes just near the waterfall. Through numerous twists and turns, the duo finally reached thr Fugo clan's hide out. "Home sweet home!" Kiya says as she took in the sight of different species working together. Blacksmith elves, Fallen Angels running Inns and even Faeries visiting for political purposes. It's a bustling little town for the protectors of the last moonflower. "And they say we're scary!" Kiya adds. "To be fair... Father IS scary." Naira replied. Kiya suddenly remembered the harsh training she went through before she became a general, and she felt a tremor of fear go down her spine. "Princess.."A dashing tall man with tanned skin greeted, his voice was soft yet firm. His eyes were blue, contrasting Naira's. "Hiegfred." Naira says looking up at the much taller man before her. "Pretty boy." Kiya says, wiggling her eyebrows. Hiegfred dismisses his General's playful expression as he says, "The Chief would like a word with you." A chill ran down Naira's spine, she had a great relationship with her father, but her mischievousness got her into a lot of trouble. The throne room wasn't as big as the ones in a palace, but it was dark and wide. At the very end of the room sat a man with a long white beard, his stature was big and burly, he wore red robes accented with gold. His red eyes looked like it had seen numerous deaths, a scar ran across his nose that which he calls his medal of victory. "Daughter." "Father." The two exchanged stoic glances at each other before The Chief stood up and playfully rubbed his daughter's head. "You weren't fighting with potential suitors now, were you?" He asked in a stern tone of voice. "Surprisingly, this time she wasn't." Kiya interjects, "Er... Chief." Hiegfred remained silent, sparing a glance on his right to look at Naira's small stature. "So, what's up?" Naira asks. "The moonflower." Chief Cali said in his gruff voice. The entire room went silent and the air turned cold and thick. "I need you to find it." Cali adds, "There is war brewing once again." Kiya's playful expression immediately turned serious, everyone was silent. The amount of bloodshed the war caused, the lost of Naira's mother and Cali's wife, numerous families left broken from the never ending quest to find the last bud. "Alright." Naira's answer made the usually stoic Hiegfred widen his eyes. "Tell me when and where." "Leave today. The Lieutenant General's Father will give you a map on your way out." "I'll come with her." Hiegfred stated in a firm manner. His eyes fixed on the Chief. hoping for his approval. A slight pause danced in the air, but soon enough the Chief responded, "No. My daughter must do it alone." "But-" "Lieutenant General Hiegfred." Cali gave a stern look to the young man, "Please lead my daughter to your father's office." Hiegfred could only bite his own tongue and said, "Will do." As they went ahead to the office, Naira broke the awkward silence. "It's fine." "It's not." "You know, I'm more than capable." "That's not the point." "Then what is?" As they stopped in front of the big wooden door, a man peeped through the small crack. "Am I interrupting?"A proud looking man, clad in white and gold armor asks. "Father, it's too cruel." Hiegfred protests, "Tell the Chief--" "Enough, Hiegfred." His father, William commanded. "Now, let us have some privacy." William gave a slight smile, leading Naira inside his office. Hiegfred stayed behind, a painful look on his face was itching to come out. It felt like an eternity waiting for Naira to come out of the office. Hiegfred was pacing back and forth by the entrance of their town, Kiya on the other hand, was nonchalantly standing by the wall. "You're giving me a headache." Kiya drawls. "That's a first. Normally, you're the one giving Hiegfred stress." A familiar voice rang their ears. "Naira!" Kiya exclaimed. "I can't disclose anything." She says immediately, "I have to go but before I leave.." Naira gave her friend a quick embrace before approaching Hiegfred and doing the same. "Let's not make this any harder." Naira winked and dashed out of their quaint little town. Naira knew from a young age she wasn't like the others. Her eyes were gold unlike the usual color of their kind, her ears were long and pointy but she wasn't an elf. at the age of 85 she could lift 3 giant boulders at once and by the age of 312 she still looked like she was 159. she was faster, stronger than her peers, but all the high expectations thrust upon her growing up wilted her down. She grew insecure, shy and socially distant. It took her a while to warm up to people, only Hiegfred and Kiya were close to her. She ran through the forest at light speed, her brown cape struggling to keep up. She usually wore black shorts, a corset and a red inner top, she didn't like pants nor skirts or those heavy armors that clung on to Kiya like a sack of rocks. As she crossed the never ending red river, her senses suddenly became dull. Naira's knees were giving out and her eyes were struggling to keep open. All she could see was a siilhouette of a man, two horns protruding from his head, long hair that fell on his shoulders and shining cerulean eyes as clear as the pure sacred ocean by the west. Somehow, Naira didn't feel fear, but she felt immense sadness drowning her.