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Aeldan the Dark Espergile

Hisan
Legacy Name: Hisan

The

Storm Warador
Owner:

Laurence

Age: 9 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 14th, 2014

Adopted: 8 years, 11 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: May 19th, 2015

Statistics

Level: 1,042
Strength: 2,289
Defense: 2,239
Speed: 2,205
Health: 2,252
HP: 258/2,252
Intelligence: 1,907
Books Read: 1125
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Director of SAI

Hisan Lysander
Reference for Voice

It felt as though the rains would never cease to fall. The tiny droplets fell endlessly, soaking the battle-torn lands. It seemed rather cliche really. The fall of the demonic empire was neigh yet it seemed the heavens cried for their fallen king.

Thousands of bodies littered the area, each mangled with spears, arrows or other injuries. The war had taken it's toll on them. Food had become scarce and their spirits had been broken. Neither the demonic or the Nautii empires had truly won the battle. Both had suffered massive losses.

A lone flag billowed in the wind, it's fabric tattered, and stained with red. At one point it had represented a cause. The demonic empire had wanted to end this war yet the Gods thought otherwise. Valhalla and Nautilis' crusade dwarfed the war that waged between the Gods, and the conflict ending with both regents fallen. Starvation and disease had done it's job with the rest of the people. It was a sad sight to behold.

The flag ceased it's movements temporarily, a soft crying could be heard nearby. A crater had torn the lands apart, it's impact scorching the area around it. It would take years for the lands to be restored.

A woman was crouched in the middle of the crater and holding something close to her chest. She mourned the loss of her lover, the guilt and shame washing over her like the ocean. Dionne had seen the position Hisan had been in yet she had been paralyzed with fear. Her father would kill her if she dared try to help her beloved. Hisan had taken many arrows to each of his wings, and had been forced into his elvish state. The older man had to lean on his scythe for support. It was the final blow that had left Dionne numb, and the cry of pain that escaped Hisan's lips as he fell to the ground, gasping for air. It never came.