Returning ((Open))

[Brenton]

((Ha Ha did you really believe that Vaentr would allow Brenton to die like that? Time for the wrench in everyone's plans))

Hot sunlight beat down upon the eastern boarder of the Hadarac Desert as a sudden blue flash of light appeared. Out of the light stepped a man wearing armor with a golden crown resting upon his head while a great golden dragon swooped down and landed next to the man. Someone who had once looked twenty five years old now was closer to thirty five in appearance. Over his shoulders sat a longbow made of yew that had been sung from the trees it had come from with a large quiver of arrows while on his belt was a sheathed dagger with a small dragon as the pommel. Friend, partner of my heart and soul, we must return home. Even the man's voice was aged, deeper and more melodious.

A deep rumble came from the throat of the golden dragon. He had been but a young hatchling before the fight, yet Grazael was now as large as Vaentr had been. Curious things happened when magic was involved and this happened to be one of those times. Grazael cast his mind out towards the Elven Nation and soon came upon the young dragon, Arlyn. Do not tell anyone unless it is a life threatening situation but Brenton and I live on. Things about us have changed and we may be different but I swear to you Arlyn that I am who I claim to be. Grazael's voice was much deeper but he was sure that Arlyn would recognize him. Brenton mounted the larger dragon who he had come to accept as the friend he had been and his savior in the fight. They turned and looked at the trees which they were standing right next to and began walking into them. Quickly they flew into the air and headed toward the city of Ellesmera, home. Guards gasped as the dragon flew over head and they began to kneel but the former king dismissed them with a wave of his hand and took off.

The city came within view and Brenton bellowed in a joyous note, not realizing it had been two months since he had "died" as everyone believed. In turn, Grazael gave a deep roar and they flew down to land next to the group of elves who had gathered next to them. "King Brenton, welcome back to the city." One of the citizens walked up to Brenton but he shook his head and dismounted slowly. I made Laetri king and unless he agrees to give me the crown back then he will continue to rule you. It is good to be back though now please lead me to Isrydia and Seril who should be training soon. The elves began to part and Brenton walked next to them toward where his former pupils were.

((This is a couple months after the main part of the

[Aelodil]

Laetri was heart broken. Brenton, the one man who had ever acted like a father to him had died... and on the same day he had died, just a few hours before he had died, they had argued. Tears filled the young elves eyes as he remembered how small the argument had been. He tried to run his right hand through his hair but as he tried, he screamed in pain and many of the guards turned to him. He dismissed them with his left hand. In the battle against Ashendale and Nelfarion, Laetri had broken his wrist after Ashendale trapped him. Laetri had been named the successor of Brenton, and so it was his right to sit upon the throne. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. The very man who had died to save him and his people had died after an argument with Laetri. He didn't want it to end like that. He didn't want it to end at all. Agaravel had been permitted into the palace as Laetri demanded it. He almost never walked without her by his side and sometimes he would babble into her scales, hugging her.

Laetri had finally been given the resolve to sit upon the throne and as he did, the guards turned to him and knelt. They had seen the passion and sorrow in their new king's eyes. And in return, he had seen the sorrow in theirs. Many of the guards present had been close to death as they fought bravely to protect their king. Laetri raised his chin high. Brenton had placed him as king to watch over the elves. And Laetri would not fail him."My people.. my subjects.. my brothers and sisters. Today as we all know is a new day for all of us. Brenton has fallen and appointed me as his successor. I will not fail him. I will live up to his expectations. Remember this day as a day that Brenton did not die, but was lost. He had bravely sacrificed himself to save us all. Let us honor him and remember his passing as not a death, but a prolonging. I will do my best to be a great king such as he." announced Laetri sadly.

Many of the elves hung their heads in shame and he continued,"My brothers and sisters, it was not your fault Brenton fell. It is no one's fault. But remember, some day we will avenge his demise. We will not let this pass. Not without judgement." his voice grave as the elves finally raised their chin and clashed their swords. It both saddened and relieved Laetri. Soon enough, Kialandi had entered the room and Laetri stood to greet him."Kialandi my friend, you are as always more than welcome to the palace. I am just curious as to what brings you here? It is very early my friend, you need to rest. asked Laetri, his voice worried.

[Brenton]

Brenton had been walking through the city followed by all of his friends and family of the elves when suddenly he heard rumor of a boy who had been calling himself the heir to the throne. There was only one boy who could call himself that and last he knew, Brenton's son was in service to the Empire and hated him for leaving. In a sudden decision to find out the truth, Brenton deviated from his course and walked to the palace, entering with Grazael sticking his head within. The golden dragon may have been able to fit but he wasn't willing to destroy anything. King Laetri, my friend, how are the elves doing now that you are their leader? Brenton saw all of the nobles and ladies look at him with shock on their face and Brenton sighed. In the Ancient Language he spoke commanding. My name is Brenton, former king of the elves and son of Queen Isrydia as well as the rider Brom. It is my birth right to claim the throne but I leave that up to Laetri, rider and my friend.