lol a lot of things has changed since i’ve last been online. I’ve moved into my new apartment :) started working on a crossover (dont worry, Fear of the Moon will still be around just put on a backburner until the new crossover is far enough then ill alternate updates.) I also wanted to let you guys see abit of the crossover. It extends right after the final book of C.L. Wilson’s Tairen Soul series. So please like and comment if you like the sneak peak so far :) Happy Reading
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I hope you enjoy and get some hype up. :)
"What became of that Light tairen, none could say, but soon after its disappearance into the Rhakis, the waters of the Heras once more ran rich with the magical power of faerilas. And in the place that had been Boura Fell, where the Light tairen first appeared, what remained was a great monument of shining crystal, shaped like an enormous, six-pointed crown—a beacon of Light in the dark heart of Eld. And within the haven of the crystal crown’s radiant golden white light, no Darkness would ever again endure."
Carilissa watched in awe as her mother's spirit weave slowly dissolved, her small infant hands clenching and curling like the paws of a cat much to her mother's delight. The regal queen picked up her youngest child, smiling into the child’s whirling opalescent eyes. Ellyseta beamed as she watched the young eyes of a tairen look up at her from under a thick mop of hair whose colours mingled so tightly that the ebony and cinnamon formed a rich shade of fiery earth.
So young, Carilissa already showed immense promise and power in all six branches of magic - with Spirit and Azrahn being the strongest just like her mother. Ellyseta set her daughter down in her bed, a large piece of furniture carved completely by hand as a gift from her papa before he passed away. She wiped a tear from her eye as she regarded the masterpiece, protected by a subtle 5-fold weave, the visage of two adult tairen -one of ebony with amethyst eyes and one of cinnamon with gleaming emerald eyes- curled around a small nest would forever remain how it was the day Sol Baristani presented it to her oldest son, Barryl vel Daris. She tucked the small child into the blankets, so she'd remain warm during her nap, kissing Carilissa on the forehead in tender love. She smiled softly to herself, a look of motherly pride on her face as she stepped out of the room.
Her oldest Barryl was waiting for her when she came into the hallway. Ellie smiled at her son, his eyes were bright golden just like his taikomela (Grandmother), Elfeya. They were stunning when paired with the dark ebony of his gepa(father). Though his eyes weren't settled, instead whirling with tairen power. He was still young, borne a year after the second mage wages and a scant two months after Marissya's own tairen soul son, and still struggled with controlling his tairen. She could feel the rage that boiled under the surface as he looked into Carilissa's room with a gaze that radiated deadly protection. Ellie put her hand on her son's shoulder, snapping him out of the tairen rage that gripped him. He looked up at his mother, the few loose thoughts of a vengeance like the gods wrath on whoever hurt his sister, flowed into Ellie's mind before he tightened his barriers and returned her smile.
"Kem'nos.(My Son) Don't worry your sister is safe and will always be safe within the pride."
"I know mela(mother). But what if another war happens...all of us will need to fight...including her. What if I can't protect her..." He looked back towards Carilissa as she slept, his emotions still turbulent. The young child's senses were already so strong that she growled in her sleep and turned towards her older brother. Thin threads of power seeped out like a baby's grasping fingers. Barryl chucked softly, fey vision kicking in to see the multicolour threads. He accepted the slight boost of power before spinning a weave of his own. Like his mother, he was a master of Azrahn - both the dark and the light - and it showed in his weaves. Being the first male in the history of the Fey to be able to weave a glowing golden magic known as shei'dalin's love, the lighter side of Azrahn.
Ellyseta smiled softly, the natural soothing presence of her magic calming the sparks of power that danced around him like fireflies.
