RONA'S POINT OF VIEW
The horizon darkened.
From the far distance beyond the palace gates, a wave of dark energy began to rise. It was as if storm swallowing the world.
The Deorcanen Clan...
The King and Queen appeared in the middle of the chaotic palace grounds, radiating the kind of power that made even the air bow in reverence.
With a single motion, both raised their hands toward the heavens.
A surge of ancient light erupted, piercing through the clouds. The ground trembled under the force of it, and the sky above split open into a spiraling storm of gold and white mnarill.
"What's happening?" Rhein shouted over the roaring energy.
"A summoning spell," I answered, my voice trembling. "They're sending signals, the letters of light, to every mnarillaza in the human world and across Mnarra. To those who hold allegiance to the royal bloodline... those who are capable of fighting back."
All around us, streaks of glowing seals began descending like shooting stars, each carrying the royal insignia - a gold feather. Each was destined to find its bearer.
And once a mnarillaza touched it, they vanished and teleported instantly to Mnarr Palace.
"Natre, tell me this is not happening."
"Unfortunately, Princess, it is happening."
"Damn it." I really want to shout now.
GREAT CRESCENT MASTER'S POINT OF VIEW
From the window of his violet-drenched study, I could see the tremors of chaos spreading across Mnarra. Even from this distance, the faint ripple of deoremnarill assaulting the palace grounds reached my senses, a dark stain in the very fabric of magic.
Abracadabra Town was quiet but that calm was deceptive. The streets were filled with civilians, unaware that the war creeping across the land could spill into their homes at any moment. I had to prepare.
I moved slowly through the halls, violet robes brushing the floor, hands trailing over the smooth surfaces of my furniture, sensing the flows of mnarill through the town. The protective wards I had placed long ago pulsed faintly, but even they could only delay the inevitable for so long. The Deorcanen Clan would not care for boundaries.
But Abracadabra would not fall. Not on my watch.
I let my gaze sweep across the violet horizon, heart steady and eyes sharp. Even now, I could feel the threads of destiny twisting, connecting the knots of magic and danger.
Everything would be up to the Second Princess.
PRINCIPAL OAK'S POINT OF VIEW
I watched the horizon darken. The air vibrated with tension, the very walls of Mnarill tesAleid trembling as distant explosions of corrupted deore mnarill echoed across the valley.
My hands clenched instinctively. As a sychi mnarillaza, I could feel the subtle tremors in the air, the pull and push of magic being wielded recklessly, some strong enough to distort even the currents of the mnarill around the place.
I closed my eyes, letting my telekinetic senses stretch outward, mapping every surge of power.
"Chaos..."
My voice was calm, but my heart thudded like a war drum. Even in my forties, with decades of discipline and countless battles studied from afar, nothing had prepared me for the scale of this assault.
CHIPPO'S POINT OF VIEW
The sky… it wasn't right. Dark clouds churned unnaturally, and the wind carried smells that made my fur bristle—burnt leaves, scorched earth, and something darker…
I scurried along the treetops, keeping my eyes wide and ears alert. My heart pounded as I felt the chills of the wind.
I knew it wasn't the same. The trees I called home trembled as if sensing the chaos approaching. Leaves fell like ash, and some of our older branches cracked under the weight of fear itself.
I glanced toward the horizon. If the war reached us… if the deore mnarillazas came here… our homes wouldn't last a minute.
I clenched my tiny fists and took a deep breath. "We will survive," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. "We have to."
Even though I was small, even though the world seemed to tremble above me, I refused to cower. I may be just a chipmunk, but even the smallest creature could make a difference if it had courage.
"Stay calm, everyone," I whispered to the other chipmunks, though my voice shook. "We've survived storms before. We can survive this."
GRANDFATHER LEMBO'S POINT OF VIEW
The wind rattled the windows of my modest house, but it's the tremor in the air itself that draws my attention. Even from the human world, I could feel it, the surge of deore mnarill sweeping across Mnarra, the chaotic clash of armies, the shockwaves of corrupted magic reverberating like distant thunder.
I adjusted my glasses and rested a hand on the frame of the Postah, the gateway connecting the human world to Mnarra. For decades, I have been the goseth-postah, guardian of the portal, entrusted with ensuring that only those worthy may traverse the boundaries. And today, that duty felt heavier than ever.
Through the swirling mnarillic currents, I sensed the summoning from Mnarr Palace, the golden light streaking across the skies and calling mnarillazas from both worlds. Hundreds answered the royal summons. I traced each seal with a practiced hand, feeling the tremor of their power as they vanished from the human world and arrived at the palace.
I leaned closer to the Postah, peering through the shimmering gateway as if I could see beyond the thin veil separating the worlds. I felt the mnarillazas arriving: some terrified, some resolute, and others already carrying the weight of leadership on their shoulders.
Though I am surrounded by the quiet of the human world, the weight of the war pressed heavily on me.
I let out a small, bitter smile.
If Mnarra ever falls, it will be my duty to stop the Deorcanen from crossing the boundaries and reaching the human world.
But I am sure... Mnarra never falls.
RHEIN'S POINT OF VIEW
We leapt down from the balcony, the rush of air slicing past my face as our feet hit the ground of the palace courtyard. The tremors of battle shook beneath us, the air thick with the scent of burning magic and steel.
"Pracien, good thing you're back," Forelody said as she perched on my shoulder. Even she felt the chaos that was rapidly consuming everything.
Moments later, the palace grounds exploded in blinding flashes of light.
One by one then all at once, the summoned mnarillazas appeared in bursts of white and gold energy. The air rippled as hundreds materialized, all drawn by the call of the royal summoning.