LadyRoseofFlames

A gentle word. A kind look. That's all he really wanted. But Marluxia knew he'd never get it. IV was as cold as his element. He hardly gave the Assassin the time of day, let alone a moment of his time. It infuriated him. Granted, Marluxia had royally screwed things up back in Castle Oblivion. But that had been the same as Vexen always treated him: as though he was of no use. He had not ordered Axel to kill the Academic. Zexion did. Marluxia scowled as he thought of that, setting down the shears he'd been using to prune the special rose bush he'd been working on so hard. That damned Schemer. Using an illusion of him to force Axel to do what

Broken heart, Fading mind, You ask us to seek What we all hope to find. We hope and dream Of finding the light That beckons brightly In the night. And we pray to God the pain be brief, The pain that always comes with grief. And when it passes, everyone says, The joy stays with us to the end of our days.

One of the most interesting of all the beings on Thelosia must be the Aviai, the Rainbow flock, in particular. Where most Aviai are nomadic in nature, the Rainbow flock has created a floating roost, held up by an ingenius combination of powerful magic and advanced technology. The Rainbow flock has a unique caste structure, using the color of the feathers. Each caste has 50 to 100 members on average. Each caste has a specific duty in the flock, ranging from food collection, to warriors, to religious figures. There is no real genetic effect on the wing colors; it appears to be completely random. A Goldwing may be born out of a pairing of Sapp

In the province of Cyrodiil, the heart of the Tamriel Empire, the warrior Nevari goes through life day by day. Disowned by his family as a child, and banished from his land as a teen, the young Dunmer makes his living battling in the Arena, or hunting in the vast forests. He no longer believes he will find a solid life, something he's searched for for the past ten years.    At the same time, in the city of Falinesti, in the Bosmeri lands of Valenwood, Eiowen, daughter of the Cheiftain Elessar, prepares to accompany her father to the Imperial City, in the hopes of forging a new alliance. Fiercely protected since the death of her mother, Eiowe