The Acrix Solara. The very name seemed etched into his soul, a persistent echo in the vast expanse of his existence. No matter how far Inari journeyed, through realms shimmering with alien suns or the hushed, ethereal planes between worlds, the pull of Solara was an undeniable constant. It was here ...

"Show them to me."

Taking a deep breath, Inariel turned and beckoned. From the treeline, eight figures emerged into the spectral light. They were a collection of broken things, just as she had seen. They were the lost, the damned, the forgotten—and they were his. They knelt as one before the ...

"Your mending is why I have returned," Inariel said, his voice gaining strength. The time for apologies was past; the time for purpose was now. "Introducing my companions to Hellena and her people was but one reason. The other… it concerns the very thing we both fought to escape."

Minratha's gaze ...

“Allen…”

The name, his old name, echoed not in the air, but directly in his mind. It bypassed his ears, his new form, and struck the core of the man he once was. It was a voice of impossible softness, yet it carried the weight of shattered constellations.

"No...you bear his features but your ...

Hellena led the way, her moon-dew staff tapping a soft, rhythmic beat against the mossy stones of the path. The air grew cooler, thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something else, something ancient and clean, like ozone after a storm. The murmur of the Alondra villagers, a sound of ...

"You've returned..."

The crowd of gathered Alondra parted like a sea. The voice that spoke was soft, yet carried a subtle firmness. It was youthful, and while he half expected the Elder One who ran this village, he instead was face to face with Hellena, the girl whom he had saved from the bloody ...

Work stopped. Heads tilted upwards, a collective gasp caught in the humid air. For a terrible second, the memory of the assault returned, a phantom chill that had nothing to do with the forest shade. But then, the shape of the lead figure became clear—the familiar, powerful arch of Inari’s wings ...

The village of Grannis is nestled deep within the heart of the Maaluukian Woods. Its tree-like, harty towers have homes etched into them and bridges that connect through the sprawl. Here, the denizens known as the Alondra reside, elven descendants of Moonfang, a village that Inari, in another ...

In the deepest shadows, where light dared not linger, dwelled the first. The air around him whisked, oscillating like rotating streams of pure night. He was lean and agile, his fur the deepest obsidian, absorbing light entirely. Only his eyes, piercing silver, offered a stark contrast. He moved like ...

Echo, her speckled grey and white fur blending into the complex textures of the glowing weave, landed with the quiet assurance of long experience. Her deep yellow eyes, weighted with knowledge, observed the surroundings with analytical calm. The tapestry unfolded around her, revealing visions of ...