Ethermoor

Ethermoor

The summer evening was warm, with a 

breeze that you could only feel from at the top of Asokana's Sturdy wooden tower. 

She was a mage who had spent her live living in the clouds on a extreme hills biome in a tall house with a tower perched on a flat mountain top. Her long wavy cyan hair was tied up in a ponytail with a white silk hair tie. Her dress to was make of white silk with a cyan belt that had a long, draped bow to help compliment the colour of her hair. 

Asokana lived in a world where wizards were just as normal as humans and fairy's too. This was a Utopia, a perfect world. The sun shone down on the top floor of her tower where she sat down in the chair working at her desk. The desk was very well crafted, with detailed carved flowers and patterned designs. 

In front of her was a leather book that was spread out next to a pot of ink and a feather. She picked up the white, soft feather and dipped the nib into the black, oily, shiny ink just enough to soak up the ink required to write a page of notes. 

As she began to write the morning bell went of at the cathedral like train station, with dark, red, tinted windows, belonging to Drystan Louis Auclair or, Drystan for short, he never smiled and had no manners at all. Some of the fairies say that he was the one who corrupted the magic being emitted from the beacon in the celestial library in the enchanted zone. The beacon was the civilisations only source of power other than the magic books, provided by Asokana, and the books said to be kept from the public in Drystan's Lair that conveniently sat on the hill close to the top of the library. Now, since the century of the Atlantians, parts of the beacon were stained red and black. As the magic continues to decay, the city's famous detective Shiro Dinlopeh, keeps the search on for the reason of the beacons decay but of course nobody, no fairy or no mage or no wizard has seen him since he took on the mystery.

As the time was coming to ten-thirty Asokana got out of her wooden throne like chair, picked up her leather handbag and took the magic elevator down about three floors and crossed the bridge, that connects the tower and the main house, into her bedroom where she stood on the balcony and unlocked the safety fence. She then spoke in a foreign language, a command which made emerald green and ocean blue flickering, star particles appear around her. Two large feathered cyan wings faded into existence and took their place on her back, she began to fly off towards the enchanting tower and the celestial library accompanied by the little cottage, train station. She flew over the river in The Valley which was next to the mushroom village where some of the fairies lived. She continued to fly and landed on the top of a tower that was dotted with lots of bush leaves around the tower, stone patterns were caved in the top of the towers face leading into the center where a ring of book shelves with a enchanting tablet sat in the middle. If you were to look up you find four stone pillars holding up a golden glistening chandelier.

Asokana took out her enchanted book from her hand bag and opened it to page five hundred and seventy-six. She then placed the book on the enchanted tablet and realised she had not written down the write spell that would help the dying fairies that morning in the tower. 

Asokana packed up her possessions and flew threw the amethyst, arched entrance belonging to the lush, book filled library. The library's walls were made of book shelves and had a dark oak spiraling staircase winding up to the top where a floor was lifted by four sets of supports. The staircase's underside had leafy vines draping down almost touching the ground, they were dotted with berries glowing a bright, warm, orange. Pink flowers emitted little particles that soon surround the tall room. 

In the centre of the room was a beacon that shot up a white light corrupted with black and red. 

Asokana skipped up the staircase almost to the top and found the write book, she sat down on the step and opened her enchanted book with her portable feather, ink and book. She wrote down the spell to enchant the water for the dying Fairies. 

Down the staircase somebody had walked into the door and began conjuring a destructive chant, she could sense the beacon dying more every second. As she began to pack up her feather, ink and book she looked down to see who had disturbed her. She peered down to find a dark figure bellow her. The figure had white short hair with elf ears and short stubby horns, he had black sharp feathered wings that sat perched on his shoulders relaxed. His clothes were gothic like, black and consisted of a thick grey jumper with baggy wool black and boots laced up high. He had a ring of spikes going around his ankle.

Who was this strange man and what was he doing to the beacon?