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Minion the Maere
Mina-
Legacy Name: Mina-
The
Nightmare CelinoxOwner:
DarkhoundAge: 14 years, 5 months, 2 weeks
Born: November 28th, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: November 28th, 2009
Statistics
- Level: 31
- Strength: 79
- Defense: 108
- Speed: 75
- Health: 78
- HP: 10/78
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
In the land of Krynn, a baby girl was washed up on the shore of Schallsea. She was found and taken in by Goldmoon, the Guardian of the Citadel of Light, and as she grew, she won the woman’s heart. Mina had dark red hair, falling in soft waves down her back, eyes the color of amber, and a generally pretty figure. Throughout her early life she was told that the gods had left the world, taking their magic with them, for no one could communicate with them anymore, and magic was waning. But she was discontent, believing that there had to be a god out there. Finally, at fourteen, she ran away. She searched desperately for some sign of a god, and finally . . . she found one.
She called herself the One God, and said that she alone had remained while the other gods abandoned the world. She hadn’t revealed herself because She was too weak from the War of Chaos, but now She was strong enough. She took Mina into her care, telling her to shave her hair -her one vanity- to prove her loyalty, and the amber-eyed girl became Her servant and disciple. At eighteen, she was ready to spread the word
Powerful winds screamed around the rocks and howled across the wasteland where the ancient ruins of the temple lay. Driving sheets of rain and hail pounded the ground and lightning flashed across the black sky, deafening thunder shook the ground. But none touched Mina. She strode through the storm towards the camp of the Knights of Neraka, where the soldiers took shelter under great outcroppings or cowered by their horses, beaten by the wind and hail. Ordinary mortals struggled in the storm, but the One God would protect her. Mina had been given a mission, and it was important that she accomplish it.
She stopped a few yards away from the main tent, and after a moment a minotaur emerged and slowly walked up to her, staggering from the force of the storm. Mina knew that he was only the second in command, but he was the highest ranking there: the One God had struck the commander dead after he had been blasphemous enough to take shelter under the crumbling ancient temple. The minotaur stared at her wonderingly, seeing a young girl with amber eyes who stood fearlessly amid the greatest of tempests, untouched by its fury.
”Who are you?”, the minotaur said finally. “Why are you here?”
”I am Mina”, she replied, staring into his eyes. “I am to be your new commander.”
With her new army, the One God called Mina to defeat Sanction, a city under siege by the Knights of Neraka, who were gradually falling before the city’s might. Mina marched her army Sanction and, with imitating a show of weakness, drew the city's army out. Leading the Knights herself, she slaughtered Sanction's army, wiping out the city's defenses and morale. Mina’s army now adored and revered her, gathering around her tent just to catch of glimpse of her or touch her.
Mina pushed her way out of the tent and into the sweltering heat. The air was thick with the smell of blood and the moans of wounded soldiers. The minotaur and some others soldiers followed her out, looking around with their hands on the pommels of their swords. They had appointed themselves as her guard. Mina smiled at the thought. With the One God lending her Her power, Mina could defeat all but the worst of enemies. These guards were like puppies trying to protect a wolf.
Mina trotted down the hill that her tent was located on and walked out onto the battlefield. The bodies were scattered across the barren plain, lying in heaps where the fighting had been hottest. She moved out until she found a soldier who still clung to his fading life and knelt above him, resting her hands on his head. Bowing her own head, she softly chanted a prayer. The soldier stared at her blindly for a moment before finally breathing his last breath. Mina straightened, sad but satisfied. The soldier’s soul would now travel to serve the One God, the greatest gift.
Stretching wearily, she walked on to save as many souls as she could before they were lost.
Mina sat on the only stool in her tent, holding a letter up to the dim light of a candle. It had only been three days since the battle, and already it had arrived. He must be anxious, Mina thought, amused. Targonne, the head of the Knighthood, had sent orders for her to capture the elven nation of Silvanost, despite the obvious impossibility due to the protective shield around it. He merely wanted her dead. Her sudden rise was a threat to him.
Smiling unconcernedly, Mina dropped the parchment onto a table and sat back gazing at the cloth ceiling of her tent. Oh, how easily Targonne danced on the strings that the One God pulled. Did he truly think that he could do anything that the One God did not allow? The shield around Silvanost was not impermeable as most thought. The shield was not allow anyone to voluntarily enter; but it would capture the helpless near its border, surrounding them so that they were within the shield. She would not have known if the One God had not told her. Mina stood and called for her second in command. Silvanost would fall.
She marched the Knights across leagues of open countryside before they reached the shield of Silvanost. It was marked by dying plants, grey and almost lifeless, lining the whole length of the shield. Mina ordered camp to be set up beside it for the night. The soldiers were uneasy, for the shield lent a strange feel to the air, a sense of darkness and foreboding, a presence that you would see if you turned fast enough. Under Mina’s firm insistence however, they relented.
When they awoke, they were within the shield
The sunlight that shone within the shield was thinner than it was outside of it, and made the scenery appear faintly watery to Mina’s eyes. Before her the Knights' and the elves’ armies clashed in a large clearing within the forests of Silvanost. The elves had been almost completely unprepared, certain that the shield would protect them. Their army had been hastily cobbled together and now fought haphazardly, completely out of training. The Knights of Neraka had easily broken their lines and the battle had broken into several smaller skirmishes.
As Mina watched her army's progress from the rocky outcropping, she heard a muffled cry and the thump of a body hitting the ground a ways behind her. She stood still as if unaware as elves dispatched her guards. For a few moments there was silence, and then a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, other hands capturing her arms and forcing them behind her back. She lifted her head to look one of the elven soldiers in the eyes as they bound her hands tightly. He briefly met her gaze and then jerked his tilted eyes away, seeming uncomfortable. Right before they pulled a barley sack over her head she caught a glimpse of a young elf lord in fine armor, standing a short ways away in the trees. Silvanoshei, the newly appointed elven king.
After her face was covered, she was pushed forwards a ways and then lifted over the back of a horse. She could have struggled and easily made an escape, but that wasn't the One God's plan. She lay still on the horse as they rode away, hostage.
Mina sat stiffly within tent that she was confined to while the elves decided what to do with her, trying not to let her weariness show. As she waited, her wrists chained together and to the floor, the tent flap was brushed aside to admit the young king Silvanoshei. He paused as he ducked in, peering at her in the semi-darkness, and then settled himself onto his heels. He had black hair that fell to his shoulders and the tilted eyes typical of elves. Their color was unusual though, a light purple, like the color fresh violets. Like all elves, he had a slender but strong build, his skin fair, with high cheekbones and narrow face. He had small calluses on his hands that spoke of one not unfamiliar with the sword but too new to be skilled. He was also young, only having ninety years, a teenager by elven standards.
Still studying her intently he questioned her on how she had gotten through the shield. Meeting his gaze, Mina related how she had with all truthfulness. He seemed perturbed, though she didn't know whether the information or her unusual calm despite her situation were the cause. Feeling that he was ready, she told him about the One God, Her goodness, Her power, and how She wished to gather followers and be worshipped.
After she finished, Silvanoshei eyed her skeptically, unconsciously rubbing his hands together as silence filled the dim tent. Mina took advantage of his silence to study him further. She knew that he was the son of exiles, his parents shunned because of the marriage between different races of elves. He had been captured by the shield himself, though only now did he fully realize how he had gotten in the shield. He had been crowned king only days ago. It was his rightful place since his father had been king before his exile, but she knew that the one that had crowned him had done so for different reasons: to manipulate him, and through him, the whole nation of elves. Silvanoshei had fought all of his life and had never really been taught the subtle arts of politics, so he was easy prey for his elector, Glaucos. But the one thing that gave her an edge over him, the things that she now could see though she had been told by the One God as well, was that he fancied her. It was obvious, the way he sat leaning forward, the way his eyes lingered on her longer than they should have, the faint awkwardness in his voice as he addressed her. He was so young for an elf and had never loved before. He had only spoken with her once, just now, but he already loved her passionately, the wild love of a naive youth.
Finally Silvanoshei stirred, sitting all of the way down on the dirt floor. He seemed about to speak but Mina did first. At the One God's command she informed him that the shield protecting Silvanost was killing his people, and not as a consequence but as it's true purpose. Silvanoshei blinked but didn't seem too surprised, which wasn't unexpected. The dying plants in and around the shield were only too obvious and the elven people were dying of a wasting sickness. More were buried every day and those that lived seemed grey and sickly. The information that was new to him was that Glaucos, the elven wizard that had put it up, was actually Cyan Bloodbane. Cyan was a huge dragon with a strong hatred for the elves. In the guise of an elven wizard, he had frightened the elves with tales of the outside, and obedient to the cries of the nation, raised the shield around them. But the shield was draining their life force to stay up, and the shield would soon be their tomb. And Cyan watched, reveling in their suffering. However, the sickness could not go unnoticed. To counteract the growing unrest, Cyan, as Glaucos, elected Silvanoshei to calm the masses. How could anything harm them when the proper king was back?
Although he had suspected the situation, Silvanoshei still seemed somewhat shaken. Swallowing, he muttered a hasty goodbye and exited the tent. Watching the fluttering tent flap, Mina sighed. The young elf loved her, but Mina felt nothing for him. Her love, her loyalty, and her life were for the One God who had shown her the way. But in some ways, his love for her worked to her advantage. If she manipulated his emotions right she could break him, leaving Silvanost open and weak, an easy target for her knights. She was not cold-hearted however, and almost pitied Silvan, but the One God wanted the elves to be destroyed. Mina did not see how the elves were evil, but the One God was good and all-knowing, and if Mina could not see Her reasons it was because she was not as wise as Her. Who could be? Silvanost would fall to her, for the glory of the One God.
Within a week her execution was decided upon. Soldiers came to her tent early in the morning and, removing her manacles from the floor, led her out and across the camp. After a while they reached a field filled with spectators, all gathered around a tall wooden post. There was a wide ring between the crowd and the pole, and one side was taken up with elven archers, the ones that would shoot her to death with arrows. The soldiers led her to stand before general Konnal, who read aloud the accusations. Silvanoshei stood nearby, surrounded by an entourage of soldiers. His normally fair face was deathly pale, his jaw clenched and posture rigid. She heard that he had opposed the execution, but not even the king could overrule a unanimous vote from the Supreme Military Counsel.
General Konnal looked up from the parchment and Mina realized that he had finished. The soldiers holding her began to pull her towards the stake, where chains waited to bind her to the freshly cut wood. The elves turned her and pressed to back against the pole, and as they began to bind her to the stake, Mina pointed towards Glaucos, and feeling the presence and power of the One God come upon her, cried "Hear the words of the One God! Greedy and ambitious, you colluded with my enemies to rob me of what is mine. The penalty is death." The soldiers binding her stopped, alarmed. Glaucos stared and then turned to run, but Mina raised both hands towards Glaucos and he screamed in fury as a silver amulet around his neck shattered. For a moment he seemed to shimmer and then he transformed into his true form: a monstrous green dragon.
Snarling, Cyan Bloodbane spread his wings and leapt into the air, claws unsheathed as he prepared to attack. The elves below him panicked, the crowds trying to flee and soldiers milling in confusion, not sure whether to attack or run. Mina raised her arms and the shackles broke and fell to the ground. She strode confidently toward the elven soldiers, the One God's presence still with her. Pointing at Cyan's great form rising above them Mina called for the archers to shoot him down. They stared at her in shock, but as she persisted in shouting, they raised their bows and loosed hundreds of arrows. The shafts pierced Cyan's wings and the dragon roared in pain, steaming drops of blood raining to the ground. He struggled to fly higher but his wings were too full of holes to support him. Tail flailing, Cyan fell with a crash into the forest, the trees impaling his great body.
Mina turned to Silvanoshei who was staring at her, entranced, completely unaware of the melee around him. She walked up to him a bid him to follow her. He nodded immediately and followed her to the royal garden. Mina wound her way through the paths and skeletal bushes, finally walking out into an artificial clearing were the Shield Tree stood. Its bark was the color of blood, its leaves the green shade of the dragon Cyan's scales. It was extremely tall but strangely spindly for its height, as if a gust of wind could snap it's trunk. It alone of the garden's plants was alive. "This tree is killing your people," she said softly, "but if you kill it, the shield will fall and you will be saved."
Silvanoshei stepped closer to her and took her hand, kissing it. He met her eyes for a moment, squeezing her fingers, then walked to the tree and wrapped his arms around it. Gripped it with all of his might he pulled, but the tree proved stronger than it looked. It writhed like a snake, and Silvan faltered, the tree trying to drain him of life before he could kill it. But summoning all of the will within himself, he gave a huge heave, ripping it out of the ground, and the shield was lifted.
Mina turned, and the One God instantly teleported her to where her army had hidden away from the elves in the forest. Silvanost would fall, and with it the world, all for the righteous One God.
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