In the year 10AO, a lethal infection swept the isolated lands of Shawnee Glacier. Unlike the more common ailments of Valucre, this sickness did not spread normally like any other disease or virus. What many of Shawnee Glacier's inhabitants call it now, The Plague, was not airborne, and many currently wonder if it was even contagious. The Plague did not steal the lives of the elderly or the young, but instead fed off the energy of mortals in the prime of their lives. The symptoms were common, many did not know their illness was any different than the common cold or a stomach bug at first. The minor symptoms lasted for about four days. On the end of the fourth day, the victim of The Plague would experience delusions and elevated body temperatures. Slowly, their brain would boil from the extreme heat of the illness and they would slip into a cold sleep. The heat from the victim's body would slowly fade away and by then, the bodies would normally be laid to rest. It wasn't long after that a portion of the population had fell ill and passed that strange things began happening deep in the wilderness of Shawnee Glacier. Travellers on the roads after dark began reporting sightings of ghosts wandering the tundra. Pale, stiff bodies trudging through the night towards where the moon rested on the edge of the glacier, the tallest mountain in the land, Mount Aneira. Civilians laughed at the ridiculous stories. "There is no such things as ghosts!" They would say. By the middle of the year, the sightings had stopped, people failed to wonder why the layers of ice and snow covering the deceased's graves were disturbed and unsettled. It was around this time, that other matters became of more importance. More and more people were noticed missing, and then discovered slovenly disemboweled. The pink snow tracks always led back in one direction- Mount Aneira.The citizens of Shawnee Glacier began to take the ghosts more seriously, begging the druids of the land for some kind of help. The druids prayed to the Old Gods, desperately awaiting a sign. Two weeks before the end of the year, an oracle called Maester Neheem was blessed with a vision. It was the answer to everyone's prayers. Maester Neheem communicated with druids all over the glacier, and they discussed the foresight and the destruction that would soon overcome the land if the Undead was not stopped. It was decided that the druids would perform a ritual, at the base of Mount Aneira and ask the Old Gods for help. On the first day of the year 11AO, Maester Neheem and a small circle of the land's wisest and well-trusted druids met at the base of the great mountain. The druids begged the Old Gods for interference and were well rewarded. The druids were guided into creating what would be their land's savior. Carved from stone, and breathed to life by the spirits of Shawnee Glacier, two Drakaina were born.They were the only two of their kind, birthed adults and yet still untainted by the darkness of the world, they were said to be the greatest gift ever bestowed upon Shawnee Glacier. However, there were many flaws in the oh-so-perfect God-given gifts. A sanctuary was built at the base of the mountain and named Aneira Sanctum. It was named home to the two Drakaina and it was where Maester Neeheem dedicated his life to teaching the two young women about the morales of life and how to fulfill their purpose. Most of the land grew scared of the mysterious Drakaina, but were thankful when the undead population died down. The year is now 26AO, and people are going missing again, and this time, the Drakaina are to blame. --------------------------- Luella "I don't even understand why he needs to see us. It's not like the whole population of Shawnee Glacier was interested in us before!" Noelani's usually silky voice was hard and emotionless, making me study her closely. Her onyx eyes were narrowed as she glared at Maester Neeheem, hands fisted against the luscious curve of her hips. Had she always seemed so...powerful? Maester Neeheem's pruned palm raised in her direction, but his eyes stared dully at the cold stone floor. It was a gesture my sister and I knew all too well, a warning sign actually. Although it usually was a warning flag for us to clamp down on the emotion and shut it out, it just seemed to make the rage in Noelani grow. "Noel, maybe this won't be so bad. It could be good actually! If someone as powerful as he can prove to the land that we are friendly creatures, maybe we wouldn't be feared any longer." I offered her a small, slight smile and touched her forearm lightly. Her mouth mashed into a long thin line and she shook her head, black curls bouncing erratically. "I never knew there was anything wrong with being feared," her voice had grown soft again and she let out a small sigh. "Whatever." I flinched as she slammed the door on her way out, and Maester Neeheem's knowing gaze turned to rest on me. "I perceive disturbance in your sister," he weirdly echoed my thoughts, and even though I knew he couldn't see, I still felt as if he could sense the way I stood there chewing my lip in anxiety. I drew in a deep breath, lifting my chin. "What are we supposed to tell him?" I asked, purposely evading his statement. "The truth." --- "My lady, you are summoned." I nodded to the thin, frail servant woman and took one last look in the mirror. "You are not evil," I whispered softly to my reflection. I stared deeply into my own striking gray eyes, my long, straight silver hair, the twisted dusk-colored horns that protruded from my skull. The light blue dress that Maester Neeheem had chosen for me was quite flattering, and all the while hinted innocence. I ran my fingers over the crescent moon around my neck and let my feet lead me to the council chambers. All of Aneira Sanctum was made of thick, sturdy stone. It resembled a huge stone castle, and of all the great wonders of my home, the council chamber was my favorite (even though we had never had visitors). The entrance to the dome-shaped room is barred by two huge, heavy oak doors. The room is set up like an arena, with rows of stone benches lining the walls of the bottom half of the dome. The top half is open, letting the council visit under the bright sun, or the glowing stars. I hurry to take my seat, my throne is beside Noelani's in the middle of the floor, facing the doors. My sister is already seated, legs crossed and long-painted fingernails drumming impatiently against the armrest of her stone chair. Her dress is low-cut and accentuates her curvy figure much better than mine. What game was Maester Neeheem playing where he dresses me so innocent and her so seductive? Maester Neeheem stood before us conversing with the same old woman who had summoned me. At last he straightened, clearing his throat and waving his hand in approval. "Ladies, let us welcome Chief of Shawnee Glacier."