Elemental

Prologue

          The shrieking of the Banshee echoed over the battlefield, the sun hidden behind clouds of smoke and ash. Three kingdoms fighting to push back the hideous creatures that rained upon them. The Elementals, controlling bolts of lightning, raging fires, ice spikes, and shifting earth. The Witches shooting arrows from their armored wyverns, the winds shifting to the thunderous beat of their wings. The Dryad warriors using their steel and nature magic to trap and behead.

          Atop a hill in the center of the battlefield, Bayle Cerulis watched with the Witch Matron and the General leading the Dryads. Their plan coming together as the Elemental Princess gathered strength for the final attack to drive back the Banshee for good. She sat atop an alter made of moonstone, her companions protecting her as she reached into the depths of her power pulling it up, willing it to her command. Blood leaked from her nose as she closed her eyes and placed her hands upon the ancient stone. 

          White flame erupted from her and spread down the hill, killing every Banshee in its path. Their shrieking grew quiet as did the fighting, the only sound was the roar of the flame as it engulfed the battlefield. Harming only the hideous creatures that now tried to hide from its bright light. The light that burned from the inside out.

          A call sounded, a low roar ringing across the field soaked in black blood, a retreat. Bayle opened her eyes, they glowed as the star fire danced around her features. Springing from the alter the wind carrying her to her enemy calling the retreat.

          "Manic Mother, you have lost. You are to leave these lands and never return." Her voice boomed across the land. Manic Mother, the leader of the Banshee stood high her call ending.

          "You cannot banish us, we will always return!" The Banshee shrieked her horrid face stretching in odd ways.

          "The Starfire may not burn you, but if you return all of your people will be cleansed from the world and forced into the next. You are not welcome here and you will forever be banished from the land of the three kingdoms." As if in response the Starfire burned brighter and a crown formed around the Princesses brow. 

          Warriors from all three kingdoms cried out in victory, the century-long war had come to an end.