The Early Days of Othripus

Revathor, named after the first Elven Kingdom Reva-ne (Lantern City), was a beast that swam and flew as if the skies are the seas and the seas are the heavens.

"Gurvs, you fool! Light will only blind you!" Samhanar cried. 'Gurv' was a calling made to the Elves by him, which meant 'filth' but eventually the Elves took the name and slowly changed it to 'elf'.

"We were awaken by the Lights of the Ethereal Lords, not blinded," Antuhra, the Lightkeeper shouted over the battle field, raising his shining milky white sword in the air.

"You should now know that most lights are ceased to exist!" Samhanar cried again.

True enough, the world was bleak and dark. There was no sun, no moon or stars. There were only thick black clouds rolling above the sky, threatening to strike down anyone who comes to pass. The Light of Men had been consumed by Samhanar a long time ago because they didn't heed Antuhra's warning when they were sailing across the Great Sea.

"Most lights except ours!" a lady spoke. Her voice was strong and commanding. She was tall. Taller than Antuhra, almost twice the height of his. She was glowing brightly under the night sky in radiant gold. "Lady Varquette will never allow darkness to survive forever!" She pulled an arrow across her white bow.

Her bow sang.

A white arrow streaked across the lands in flashes of white. It struck at Samhanar's heavy armour and burst into white flames before fizzling out, leaving a bright white scar.

Samhanar groaned and roared. The clouds spun around. Thunder boomed from the distance.

"Vanquish the lights!" he cried. His minions of dark began running towards Antuhra and Varquette.

"Bring light and justice, my Revans!" Antuhra cried, his face glowing in white. He led his Elven armies and answered the blades of the darkness.

"Archers, fire at will!" Lady Varquette commanded. Streams of silver rain fell on the running minions, many were slain. She pulled another arrow and aimed at Samhanar at a distance. "Starsea, bless upon this arrow and wipe out the filth one," she muttered.

She fired.

*

The Nightshade Battle lasted for many years. The Dark forces seemed to be never diminished and Antuhra was wearing out fast.

Lady Varquette had difficulty in slaying Samhanar. His thick armour blocked every arrow she had fired. She had only able to blind his one eye with her arrow. Her volphon riders had successfully raided Samhanar's camp and rescued the remaining souls who were not succumbed to Samhanar's filth.

"You are bold, but you are foolish," Samhanar yelled across the distance. He wielded a deep purple magic between his fingers. Everybody knew this force was fatal. It was a magic of pure magic. It was said anyone who cast once, he will remain powerless for many months till his energy returns.

"I do not think you are going to kill me with that force," Varquette smiled, pulling another arrow on her bow. "You are making yourself weak."

He released the energy on her.

The battle went silent. Even when the swords clanged, no sound was heard. Then, Varquette cried in agony. Antuhra turned and looked for her. There she was laying on the ground, breathing very hard. Her chest was darkening into purple and it was spreading all over hear fast.


"You are wrong. I have Ingridnar to assist my dominance even when I need rest," Samhanar laughed.

"Leave me," she panted. "Do not let darkness consume you. I will let it take over me than all of us!"

"I will never leave you!" Antuhra cried, holding her hands.

"Antuhra, please, I think I can heal her," a golden-hair archer interrupted.

"You are?"

"The Healer," he said. He picked her up effortlessly and brought her into a deep forest nearby with his volphon beast.

That was the last Antuhra could see Lady Varquette, and the rest of her archers followed the Healer.

*

The Nightshade Battle was over after a long while. Nobody could remember how long it took. Some said it took about at least 500 years. But it didn't matter.

Lady Varquette was not dead. Her body was glowing before the battle, because she had swallowed one of the Lights of Elves. The Dark spell did not kill her. It just took away the Light of Elves, leaving her soul alone. Had she not swallowed the Light, she would be dead and under the service of Samhanar. The Light had protected her.

But at the same time, darkness stained over her, granting her immense magic powers. But she chose not to come out from the forest. She feared Antuhra's light sword - Revira. She feared Anturha would kill her if he came to understand darkness had taken her over.

Her dwelling in the forest gradually stained her people and the surrounding. The intense pure magic stained the forest into purple. And the name was given as Amethypurle Forest.

When all lives in that forest were succumbed to the magic, a beast from the lake had taken in so much of the energy that it had turned into a magic dragon, Revathor. The dragon was very ancient and old. It appeared long before Varquette had war with Samhanar.

It was once a beast that swam the Great Seas. Antuhra had nearly slain it for causing sea storms when they were on their journal to confront Samhanar (which at that moment, they saw the Last of the Men before their entire ship was consumed by darkness).

Antuhra blessed it when he knew it was upset with the Elves and Men disturbing the seas. It was making their way to the Land of the Darkness difficult. Antuhra blessed it and asked it to let them confront the Dark Lord and bring light to the world. He placed a jewel from his crown onto its chest and naming it 'Revathor'. He pleaded Revathor to look after the seas and let no Darkness falls beyond the Western shores.

Revathor being surprised, had sword to protect the Great Seas. But when the sea was drying up, it took the skies and was attracted by the Forest.

Revathor, never quite evolved into a proper modern dragon, remained a mythical creature in the Forest. Nobody had seen such dragon before. They claimed it had either died of old age, or died because of the magical suffocation.

Varquette, on the other hand, continued to rule the land for thousands of years.

*

"Suriel, get me some fresh meat," Varquette ordered her Healer.

"Again, milady?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, again," Varquette said. "It needs to be fed. It's coming."

She stared into a thicket of bush, and saw a gleaming white jewel.

She smiled.

The Elders of Elves - Antuhra (or Anturha). Main hero in confronting Samhanar. The Elders have different features than modern elves. They had strange eyes and glowing tattoos to guide them in the dark.

So, did you notice the text is getting darker and darker as you read? Welcome to Amethypurle Forest then.