Some gods responded with sympathy, others with advice, others still with promises of vengance. But little actual aid. It would be up to her and her alone to save her people it seemed. And save them she would, in some way or another. Luna would not let the prayers lifted to her by the elves be in vain.
A few of the elves had survived on their own it seemed. If the white curse ran it’s course without killing the elves, they were forever immune to it’s touch. A spark of inspiration passed through Luna’s mind. With renewed vigor and speed, she hastily took up some of the tiny life forms creating the plague, sealed them in crystals, and took them to Maia. She exposed the white curse to the energy from it, weakening it and hindering it, but not outright killing it. She left the tiny life forms alive, but impotent.
Taking these crystals, she scattered them far and wide over Aether, sending them into the elf settlements. Like the glass sphere, they shattered open, releasing clouds. Like the white curse, the ones at the impact sites were the first to be infected, with everyone near them following. Like the white curse, the victims turned pale and became weak. But the similarities ended there. Rather than dying from the blood clotting, they recovered. After a few days, the paleness faded, and strength returned and the illness left.
But the immunity to the white curse remained.
The results surpassed Luna’s expectations. The epidemic was suddenly halted, finding it’s host population immune to it, and no new cases of it arose. Even those who were dying of the white curse gained immunity from Luna’s weakened virus, and began recovering. Tales of miraculous recoveries began spreading as the disease lost it’s virulence.
Luna felt like she could shed tears of joy for her people, but her work was not yet done. Her people were saved, but someone still meant them harm and may try again. They would need guardians, and to that end, she turned to the wild spirits that had answered her summons and gathered on the mountain as seen in the dreams she sent. She went to them, and walked among them. They were gathered there, a great multitude. Great and small, in a variety of forms and not just ferals as she first assumed. They watched her, curious and expectant.
“Spirits, I did not create you, from whence did you come?” Luna asked them.
“We came from Incindium, a world of strife, battle, and hardship,” They answered her. “A world where only the strongest survived.”
“Spirits, I have made here a world opposite of that. I have tried to make a world of peace. But strife has been brought to it nonetheless. Someone has harmed my creation, and convinced me that my creation needs guardians. You have skills and experiences in battle and strife, so I make this offer to you. Help me defend my creations, and I will give you a home, and make bodies for you that would rival the dragons you once feared on Incindium.” Luna said.
“If you give us a home and end our wanderings, and give us bodies, we will use our skills learned on Incindium and fight for you,” The spirits answered her.
Luna smiled and took a boulder of the crystal mountain into her hands. In the presence of the spirit multitude, she shaped it and crafted it, molding it after the fearsome form of dragons that her brother Gheronaton made. Her finished crystalline dragon was tall and proud, with mighty limbs bearing claws of diamond, and with maws filled with teeth like shards of crystals. It’s wings were lithe but strong, looking like clear glass. Their backs and bodies were adorned with armor made from scales of sapphire, and they glowed from within with the power of Luna’s starlight. Rather than breathing flame, they could summon up the deep chill of the coldest nights to freeze their foes and spew waves of darkness to blind them. They were mighty, but they were beautiful and graceful as well, and moved with the fluidity of water and the silence of night. Long Luna worked, making these powerful forms and sending the spirits into them.
“To you, sentinels, I give these mountains. Live in them how you will, they will make a good home for you, and allow you to watch over and protect my creations.” Luna said to the gathered crystal dragons. The dragons bowed deep, and flew off to settle the mountains of Aether. With her work completed, she turned her attention to the other gods.
To Frandor she had these words.
“I bring greetings, brother. Thank you for your sympathy and advice during my crisis, but my people are now safe. Now, I seek to find the one who had seen fit to strike at the elves, and to find why they chose to bring death. Do you know who sent the white curse?
To Gheronaton she had these words.
“I bring greetings brother. Thank you for your sympathy, but the plague has ended now. Before vengeance can occur though, I must find the one who did this. I would also discover why, before we bring any wrath upon him.”
“There is another curious matter. There were a multitude of spirits upon my world, who remembered living upon Incindium. They were homeless and without body, so I made them into the guardians of Aether. Do you know how they came to be upon Aether in the first place?”
To Coradin she had these words.
“I bring greetings brother. I thank you for your offer of help, and I accept. The plague has been cured, but now I wish to know who sent it and why. I would find the one who did this, lest they try again.”
Act 1: Create harmless version of the white curse and spread it over Aether, to make the elves immune to the plague.
Act 2: Create the Aether dragons.
Her finished crystalline dragon was tall and proud, with mighty limbs bearing claws of diamond, and with maws filled with teeth like shards of crystals. It’s wings were lithe but strong, looking like clear glass. Their backs and bodies were adorned with armor made from scales of sapphire, and they glowed from within with the power of Luna’s starlight. Rather than breathing flame, they could summon up the deep chill of the coldest nights to freeze their foes and spew waves of darkness to blind them. They were mighty, but they were beautiful and graceful as well, and moved with the fluidity of water and the silence of night.
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