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Name: Arcelia Sunsong
Age: Appears to be in her early twenties.
Gender: Female
Ranking: General of the Sun.
Weapon of choice: A two handed sword she crafted herself.
Apearance: Arcelia
Other: Twin to Astaroth

Name: Astaroth Sunsong
Age: Appears to be in his early twenties.
Gender: Male
Ranking: General of the Moon.
Weapon of Choice: A sturdy bow he made from a sacred tree.
Appearance: Astaroth
Other: Twin to Arcelia.

Name: Khiiral Ashwood
Age: Appears to be in his late twenties
Gender: Male
Ranking: Spellcaster
Weapon of Choice: Primarily elemental spells, though proficient with daggers
Appearance: Khiiral
Other: N/A

Name: Lynn Amalia Winchester
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
Ranking: Hero's Descendent
Weapon of Choice: Nothing as of yet, but that will change soon
Appearance: Lynn
Other: Brought from her world to help save another; being completely clueless in the art of war might put a damper on that.

"What part of stay at home did you not understand?" Arcelia snapped at her brother seconds after he'd appeared in the room beside her.

"Oh, come on, did you honestly expect me to stand around and wait while you had all the fun?" Astaroth replied, arms folded firmly across his chest as he looked at his sister.

"Obviously I should have known better. Its going to be strange enough finding two strangers in their room, but a third? You really are an idiot, we're here to bring them back with us, not scare the living day lights out of them." Arcelia frowned as she turned to face her brother, her mouth opened to say something more but then she noticed just where they were. A bedroom of sorts? The bed was the first thing she'd noted, and behind them was the mirror they'd travelled through.

"These humans have strange sleeping quarters." While he could see some similarities to his own bedroom with the drawers and bed, it just felt.. strange. Finding the window, Astaroth fell silent as he stared outside at the human world they'd come into. In silent awe, he took in as much as he could.

"Right, well, just keep your mouth shut and try to act normal. If thats at all possible, brother." Heaving a sigh, Arcelia leant back against the wall. "We just have to wait for this human to return home now and hope they don't freak out when they see three strangers in their room."

"It could be worse, General Arcelia." Said the third voice, belonging to an elven male who seemed to be in his late twenties. Although there was a degree of respect within his tone to the younger-looking female, there was no hiding the amusement that mingled with it. With snow-white hair and forest-brown eyes, Khiiral Ashwood was an only child and as such could only see the joys that came with sibling bonds, no matter how many times he was told it wasn't it was all cracked up to be, "At least we did not all arrive while the human was residing in their room. I heard that can become quite hysterical when anything out of the ordinary happens."

Apparently three people of elven heritage did not fall into that category with him.

The said human that the three were waiting for was currently waiting at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green so that she could cross. Standing at a rather unremarkable height of 5'8, Lynn Amalia Winchester still could stand out in a crowd without even trying. Her ink-black hair fell just above her waist, framing a face that held unusual-colored eyes. They held a mixture of green and gold that gave way to one another depending on what she wore and how the light caught them. Her skin was the color of light-brown toast and was currently being covered with a completely black outfit with a few silver chains. The only real color was a light blue pendant she wore around her neck as a sort of choker.

Back home for summer and can't find a job. I knew I should've started early! She groaned as the light finally turned green and she began walking across the street, But nooo~! Had to go to that party, had to finish that project, had to go out to another party, and then study for finals!

She kept berating herself as she went on autopilot, turning to go up the walkway of her house and digging for the keys since her parents wouldn't be home until much later. Opening the door, she closed it behind her and locked it, taking off her shoes and then beginning her ascent up to her room. Finally at the top, she made a quick left and opened the door to her room.

And mom'll be like, "You should've listened to me!" Her inner voice went into a high-pitched whine. Her mother didn't really sound like that, but she was ranting and didn't have to hold to reality, thank you very much. Throwing her jacket off so it fell over her chair, she then took her knapsack and threw it at her bed, And dad'll just agree with her and---did my bed just say 'oof'?

Snapping out of her inner monologue, she finally realized that she wasn't the only one in her room. There were people in her room! And not just any people! From the looks of it, they were cosplayers!

"Who the heck are you and why are you in my room!?" She said, bracing herself against her door as she placed her hand on the knob, "This is not your convention! Get out before I call the cops!"

Oh, why had she throw away her only means of protection!? Her knapsack wasn't that heavy, but it could at least stun them while she made a getaway!

Khiiral had gone to sit on the edge of the bed while they were waiting for the human to show up. Noise from downstairs alerted him that they were now not the only people within the dwelling and he put a finger to his lips to alert the siblings of the new arrival. Some minutes later, the door had swung open and revealed a very unobservant human female walking in. She didn't even notice their presence as she threw off her jacket and then hurled her bag in Khiiral's direction. He had been meaning to greet the woman, but all that came out was an 'oof' as the bag hit him squarely in the chest. That had seemed to bring her back to the matter at hand and now they were dealing with a rather frightened individual who was threatening them with a 'cops'. What was a 'cops'? Some type enforcement?

"Good lady, you seem to be confused. We are not here for this convention you speak of, but to speak with you." He said, hoping to cause her to calm down. That only seemed to frighten her even more from the way she pressed herself against the door and made moves to leave. Unbeknowest to him, his formal speech was making her think that there was something definitely wrong with these three. This was probably the only instance where good manners were not appreciated.

Arcelia did have to admit Khiiral was right, atleast the owner of this room hadn't been in it when they arrived, that would have been much worse. Not only would they have to explain their presence there but also why they appeared to step out of a mirror. Magic was really not her forte anyway, she was quite happy to fight on the front lines with her sword. Or pride and joy, as she often called it

Hearing signs of life within the house, she fell quiet and kept her eyes on the door. Was this the one they were here for? Arc followed the sounds of footsteps up the hall and quirked a brow as the door opened and the three went unnoticed. Had she not hurled her bag at Khiiral it was unlikely she'd have noticed them anytime soon.

"Indeed, we came here seeking you, this is your room, is it not?"Astaroth, finally tearing his gaze from the window and acting like the general he was, stepped forward to look this girl over. A girl? The hero's descendant was a girl? Who'd have thought? This thought he made sure to keep in his head, speaking it out loud could have deadly consequences.. he still had the scar from where Arcelia had put him in his place last time.

"We are not here for this.. convention, whatever it may be. Nor do you need to call these so called 'cops', we are not here to harm you." Keeping his voice calm, even and as serious as possible, something he found rather difficult, Astaroth then bowed before her. "My name is Astaroth." Straightening himself up, he then motioned to his sister and Khiiral. "This is Arcelia and that is Khiiral."

It was probably best to explain things and hope she believed them. "We are Elves and we were sent here to find you. All we want you to do is listen to what we have to say and then make up your own mind." Arcelia moved to stand beside her brother, arms folded across her chest. "And after, if you want us to leave we will." They were told to bring her willingly or not at all, afterall, they couldn't get her to fight for them against her will, could they? Her heart had to be in it or it wasn't worth it.

"Are you willing to listen to what we came to say?"

As if her body couldn't get any stiffer, she went completely rigid when the one near the window came forward. What was he going to do? He seemed to be examining her, but for what, she had no clue. She couldn't keep the surprise off of her face when the man suddenly bowed and introduced himself as Astaroth before introducing the woman as Arcelia and the other man as Khiiral. As if they were of one mind, Arcelia then took up his place and began to explain their situation. They had come to speak with her about something, and from the manner of their tone up until now, it was something of grave importance.

Lynn kept expecting them to suddenly slip up and start laughing over this as a joke, but looking at them each in turn, they all had an air of seriousness. Now that the first shock of seeing them in her room was passing, she allowed herself to relax slightly before giving a sigh.

"Um, okay." She said, moving herself from the door and going to her desk to sit on the chair backwards. Lynn would have liked to go on her bed, but there was no way she was going to sit next to one of these so-called 'Elves' until she had a better idea of who they were, "So, what do you want to tell me? My name is Lynn, by the way."

Oh, good, it seemed the young lady had calmed down. Perhaps she was not used to visitors being in her room right when she came in...oh of course not. Khiiral was sure that if an unknown person was in his room upon his return, he'd send a fireball their way. Good thing this young lady hadn't thought to do such a thing and had left them unscathed. He would hate to get severely injured by the Hero's Descendent; who knew what her family had passed down in the ways of magical and weapon arts?

"Well, Miss Lynn, it has to do back to one of your great ancestors." Khiiral began to explain, "He helped us in one of our most dire hours of need, and unfortunately, we need the help of his bloodline again...."

"And that's why we're here. We need your help to save our land, you are a direct descendant of our Hero and the only one that can help." Though looking at her now.. had she inherited any of his powers? From her build it wasn't very likely that she had much practice with a blade or bow. Magic perhaps? While trying to guess what her dormant powers were, Astaroth fell silent and simply seemed to stare at her.

"I apologise in advance for my brother, he's not supposed to be here." Arcelia said as she noticed him staring at her. As if the girl wasn't freaked out enough.. now she had her idiot of a brother staring at her.

"Your descendant helped us win a war many moons ago. An evil necromancer came across a forbidden tome and managed to summon vile beings from another world to fight for him. At the time we were unable to find a way of killing the necromancer so the hero weakened him and one of our strongest spellcasters sacrificed his own life to seal him within the very tome that had caused all of this trouble."

"Yeah, but see over time the necromancer recovered his powers and grew stronger than before. So much so that he managed to break the charm on the book and release himself." Astaorth turned and returned to the window. "Now he's back with a vengeance and the beings he's summoned are far stronger than before. This is why we need a hero once again. Only this time.. we've figured out how to kill him. Only problem is.. we can't get anywhere near him to use it. Thats why we need you."

Arcelia stood quietly, observing the girl 'Lynn', as she called herself. Would she believe them? She certainly hoped so..

Good Lord, these people were completely serious! Lynn had thought that they might give something away as they talked about spellcasters, a powerful necromancer, and her apparent bloodline descending from a hero, but not once could she detect that they were lying. Eyes were completely focused on her (perhaps too focused in some regards), mouths did not twitch with trying to keep back a smile, and there were no movements that made her think that they were telling her anything other than the truth. This could only mean one of two things: either they were extremely good actors or they were, in fact, telling the truth. As much as she wanted to have a scenario where she could burst out laughing and say that they really had her going, it wasn't in Lynn's nature to do so unless the situation called for it. This situation certainly didn't meet the criteria.

She looked at each of them in turn, seeing only patience trying to hide a gleam of hope and hesitation of what her answer would be. They wanted her to decide her answer without any help from them, which only further made her lean towards the latter of her two speculations. She finally moved from her chair, giving a sigh as she went; really, why couldn't she be more stone-hearted?

"Okay," She began, "So let me make I have this straight. My ancestor helped you way back when with a necromancer who was sealed inside a tome that had forbidden magic inside it. Now this necromancer is back with a vengeance and threatening to overtake your world once again. Do I have this right so far?"

"You would be correct." Khiiral smiled, glad that at least she hadn't refused them outright. In a way, he was glad, even if she didn't agree, that she seemed to be taking them seriously. Like her, he knew that they had watched her body movements and expressions, and he was surely not the only one to notice the skepticism that melted away as they continue to explain their mission. He even had noted how she kept more of her eye contact for him and Arcelia; looked like Astaroth's staring had caused her to be more on edge with him than the others, something that made him inwardly chuckle.

His wording seemed to bring about an answer to Lynn, who replied, "Alright, I'll help you, but I don't know how much help I'll be."

"I am eternally grateful, Lady Lynn!" Khiiral exclaimed, rising from his position on the bed and crossing to where she stood. Lifting her hand he gave a small bow that pressed her hand against his forehead.

"Uhh..." She only managed to utter at first, looking a little shocked and a flush of color rising to her face from embarrassment, "Really, don't mention it....and please, just Lynn. No 'Lady' in front."

"Very well. Though I am very grateful you decided to come with us and help." Khiiral smiled, letting go of her hand as he rubbed his own together, "Well, should I start out way back then, Generals?"

Well this certainly seemed to be easier than originally thought. While Lynn was skeptical and untrusting to begin with, which was completely understandable, she seemed to be open minded enough to take in what they were saying and realise they weren't joking with her.

"You'll be more help than you realise." Arcelia said, offering a small bow of her head in both thanks and respect. She was a descendant of a great hero, afterall. All they needed to do now was present her to the king and hopefully, she would start training her. There was no point in sending her straight into battle with no clue as to how to defend herself, was there?

"Yes, please." Astaroth looked to Khiiral and rubbed at his left ear. "This world is far too noisy, any longer here and my ears will start to bleed." Not literally, of course. He was just missing the peace and tranquility of his home land. Even in the midst of war, their home was still as quiet.

The male then turned to Lynn and smiled. "Your in for a treat. Humans are very lucky if they catch a glimpse of our home, you on the other hand, get to live amongst us." He paused. "Though my describing it would not do it any justice at all.. you need to see it with your own eyes." The royal palace was certainly a sight to behold. A towering white palace hidden within the forest. The surrounding tree and plant life had started growing up the sides, each season they would begin to bloom and blossom.. it was a truly beautiful sight and Astaroth could not wait to return.

They seemed more confident about her help than she was. Really, what was she thinking? There was no way she was going to be of any help to them at all. She'd only end up getting them or her killed, and she had a feeling she'd be the one more likely to die. They seemed to sure in their movements and it was quite obvious the two Generals didn't have their titles for show. She even had to admit that Khiiral was more proficient when she saw him going towards her standing mirror and placing his hands upon it.

Her attention was diverted to Astaroth when he spoke about the privilege she was about to have in being able to live in their city. She felt a little irked by the comment, though he probably hadn't meant any superiority by it. At least, that's what she told herself. Why else would they ask for her help?

"Well...um...not many elves see my city, either. You're the first three to ever even set eyes on it." She replied back weakly. What did she know? Apparently her teachers and professors throughout the years had been quite ignorant about other worlds, or magic for that matter. It was all that of fiction. Scientists were still freaking out about frozen water on other plants that last time she had checked.

Khiiral had started to murmer, the words foreign to Lynn's ears and the sight unfolding in front of her even more so. Her mirror was beginning to glow, to ripple as if of water, and there was a definite pulse of energy filling the room. It crackled and pulsed, making Lynn's hair begin to flare out and even float! It was a little disorienting, to be sure.

"Open O Mirror of Power. Reveal the way back to our origins."

A crackle and suddenly the mirror was alive, looking much like a black hole as it spun in various colors towards a negative space. Khiiral was pleased that it had worked so well and he stepped back, holding out a hand to Lynn, "Lynn, if you would please."

Lynn was shocked; this was definitely a lot to take in. Numbly, she stepped forward, reaching out for the outstretched hand and taking it. Khiiral was a little shocked at the grip she exerted, but made no comment, only looking at the two siblings to signal that their visitor was quite frightened.

"Uh...so now what?" Lynn asked, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

"We walk through." Khiiral said simply, moving forward and stepping through, bringing Lynn through and knowing the generals would be right behind them.

Lynn felt the breath sucked out of her from the cold that seemed to pierce her, but as quickly as it came it ended, and she was enveloped in warmth. The darkness gave way to light, temporarily blinding her. As she finally brought everything into focus, she gave a gasp. Everything was so...pure! The sky was a pure blue, the grass a beautiful green and plush, the trees rustling with winds that carried scents of various flowers.

"Wow..." She breathed, her eyes opened wide in wonder, her hand slipping from Khiiral's as she walked forward as if in a dream. She didn't even look back when Arcelia and Astaroth appeared.

"She seems enamored." Khiiral chuckled to the two.

This was one of the very reasons Arcelia wished her brother would do as he was told and stay at home. Though he didn't do it purposely, he did have a habit as coming across as an ass. The way he spoke, the things he said and even the way he presented himself. Most knew he was a proud man and gave everything he did a hundred percent, but to those that had the misfortune of meeting him like this.. he didn't come across well.

Leaving Khiiral to explain what was going to happen, the female elf stood and waited, planning on going through the portal last, force of habit. The look she was given though, Lynn was frightened? Anyone in her shoes should be, three elves turn up in their bedroom spouting nonesense, then turn her mirror into a portal and take her to another realm..

Astaroth stepped through the portal after the two and the instant he saw the look on Lynn's face, he grinned. "See what I mean?" He turned and walked backwards, his eyes resting on the human. "It's like this all year around too." There were several other Elves stood around too, all wearing elegant robes made of the finest elvish silk. Astaroth failed to notice the others behind him..

"Oi, numnuts, watch where your walking." Arcelia called at her brother, frowning.

"Huh?" Stopping midstep, he glanced over his shoulder and was almost face to face with an angry looking male. "Oh, so sorry!" Quickly apologising he turned and bowed before the male, then retreated to his sisters side looking rather sheepish.

It was like this all year round? Lynn was definitely impressed, though she had to wonder if it never got monotonous. She liked when the seasons changed, even if summer was one of her least favorite because of the heat. There was just something about watching the leaves change color, then the trees being blanketed in snow, only to melt away and have an explosion of life that fascinated Lynn. For now, though, the place was unbelievable and she kept discreetly pinching herself to make sure this wasn't a dream. Her attention turned to the people that were walking around and she was sure that their observant stares were mirroring her own, though hers was probably a lot more rude. They were wearing garments made of fabric that any upscale clothing store would die to have. Lynn really had to resist an impulse to reach out and run the fabric through her hands.

Her attention was brought back to the siblings as Arcelia scolded her brother for not paying attention to his surroundings, Khiiral turning to observe a bird in passing. However, he failed to keep the smile twitching in the corner of his mouth to be unobserved by Lynn who answered with a more outgoing one towards the two siblings. It actually made her feel more comfortable with the three of them to see such basic interactions. She only hoped the other man wasn't going to take her laughter as a direct insult to him.

"So...now what?" Lynn asked, linking her hands behind her back as she continued to look every which way, her eyes only staying on the three of them when they began to speak.

"We must speak with the Council, though it will take a while to gather them." Khiiral explained, "And we must also speak with the reigning rulers of our realm. Thankfully, our positions are where we can speak with them momentarily, though do you think Lynn should change into some other clothes?"

"Is there anything wrong with what I'm wearing now?" Lynn asked, looking at the three in turn. True, her garb was different from everyone else, but she didn't think it looked offensive.