Mythical Creatures of Sada

-Lethero-

"Oh, Ajle," Lethero said. "Yes, she was a good friend of mine. Come in." He walked back into the house and poured some of the hot tea had made into second glass. "Here you go, have a seat."

"My mother said you were more mean," Joran said.

"Age will mellow anyone out," Lethero said remembering his younger days. "Anyways you said your mother sent you to find me. Why?"

"It's of grave importance. You remember what happened fifty years ago, with the Priest?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well, something else has come to Sada again. My mother said it'll be worse than the Priest." She took a deep breathe. "And she says your the only who knows how to stop it."

"How would I know how to stop something I've never seen before? Doesn't she know how to stop it?"

"I don't know and she's too sick right now to do anything. I'm afraid that might not make it."

"Will you take me to her?"

Pippa-

Pippa looked at the others and then at Peace, he had been talkative today, she'd enver really talked to him, but her mom and grandmother said they knew him, vagulely, but just that he didn't talk much at all.

"How far to the town?" She asked the witch.

"Not all that far, we should be there by tonight." She rpelied.

"Perfect timing then." Lane replied. "Darkness is more fun to sneak around in." Pippa laughed as did some of the wolves that Lethero had sent with them.

"We're going to need a plan," Pippa replied.

"Let's get a lay of the land first, we might want to wait until the next day and go in in pairs so we can see whats going on. Me, you, and if your Fairy can grow will easily fit in and not attract attention." The witch said.

**Lets say there are about ten wolves with them that Lethero sent. Sorry if I forgot anyone that could sneak in without being noticed.**

Okay I'm not gonna post at the moment but just so you no were the plot for Peace and Adam is going after Adams. Been broken out I guess were going to Lethro to find out this great evil and then Peace is gonna turn Adam into a vampire finnaly and then when they fight this evil I kinda imagined everyone would fail the first time and Peace is gonna be killed by the evil *whatever it is* and Adams gonna be sad cause he's been with Peace for ages. After that I haven't got anything for Adam except I know he's gonna die in the end. *I just have to think how* oh and I have no clue what the preist is could you please fill me in

Okay finally caught up.

Now can someone bring me in please, both of my guys can be flying together.

Better late than never.

Peace

We walked and like the witch said it only took a bout a day to get their. I was standing away from the rest of the crowd thinking what I would do when suddenly a phonies crached in to me and I fell to the floor.

"what the hell" I said pushing the phonies off me.

"look I'm sorry but I'm trying to get my friend out of the prison cause well I sence a really bad evil coming worst even that the priest." The phonies said I pointed him over to the rest of the group before going back to my thoughts. So he senced an evil too meaning it wasn't just my parinoia we were actualy in trouble.

*sorry so short*

April~~

This is random, this is random, no it's fate remember your teachings!

"Sorry Mr. Hawk for all of that..." April smiled at the hawk petting it's head with her index finger.

"You seem close," The griffin trotted beside her, "Sorry for all of that."

"It's okay!" April smiled, "I get that alot, it's a blessing since all of the oafs stated hunting season."
Mr. Hawk was still balanced on her shoulder, he was obviously enjoying the smoothness of April's steps. The group now consisted of an Alan, a dragon who saved April's life, a werewolf who also saved her life along with 10 odd number of her kind, a griffin who almost took her life and was now gliding beside the witch, and not to forget the strange bird on her shoulder that seemed to have a personality but she didn't mind her company. She liked the bird already and was stating to like her company she newly acquired.

Pippa ran up to April, "How far to the town?"

"Not all that far, we should be there by tonight."

"Perfect timing then." Lane replied. "Darkness is more fun to sneak around in."

"We're going to need a plan," Pippa replied.

"Let's get a lay of the land first, we might want to wait until the next day and go in in pairs so we can see whats going on. Me, you, and if your Fairy can grow will easily fit in and not attract attention." April Idealized, the Hawk cawed, "You can go too Mr. Hawk."

"Speaking of which do you have a name for him?" Peace asked.

"Yeah, no I don't think anyone should name something. Just because you like it might not mean they like it, if you catch my drift." April let a small laugh.

"I can get that," The Alan let out.

Mr. Hawk cawed, "What's that?" April answered.

The bird motioned to the sky with it's beak.

"Sky?" April asked.

"Blue?" Pippa offered.

The bird seemed to shake it's head no, and flew off her shoulder circling above them towards the sun.

"Sun! He likes Sun!" The group was having fun at this, it was like charades almost.

"What about Solis?" April offered the bird as the group approached another open glade.

** what about they set up camp for the night? **

Jok: My guys are a phoenix and a griffin. And I'm going with Lizzifer's post.

Fawkes~~

"So Iron, what are we going to do?" I asked while we glided through the sky, it was getting dark now, so we needed to know either to stay up or to land and make camp.

"We should make camp, better to rest now than in the day," Ironclaw said and then looked down.

"What?" I asked.

"There is a fire down there, I see some more creatures. Maybe we should go there, they are either on the run, or captured. So both ways we win," He said and we swooped down.

"Hey I see another Griffin," I said

"And there are humans too," Ironclaw said and we stopped, still a far enough distance away so we were unseen, "looks like there has been a capture, brace for a fight,"

"Cool," I said raise some flames around me.

In a moment we were in a dive, but in another we were covered in grass. One of the humans had a wand in her hand. We broke through, but now out numbered stayed down.

"What are you doing, we are all creatures here," The witch said.

"Sorry, we thought you were humans. And that you had captured some creatures," Ironclaw said business like, his eyes still focused for battle.

"Again," The witch said, "You an most here have."

"Want to join us. We are breaking into a prison," A dragon winged human said.

Thinking for a bit, we then accepted, everyone seemed at ease over this.

"Hey," I said staring at the Hawk near the witch, who when he saw me tensed, "IS that you Ra."

the hawk looked very much like the Hawk form Ra took, and I had seen it enough to know it.

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I know bad

**sorry, been moving and stuff. For those who don't remember, Fyra is a firedrake, which is a smaller cousin to the dragon.**


Fyra landed with a thump next to the cottage, tucking her wings neatly beside her body. She shook out her legs, stiff from flight, and whistled in greeting through a window. "Lethero! Are you home?"
Over the last fifty years she become a regular visitor to her old friend, as her secluded cave was no source of merriment and left her with too much time to think. The flight was entertaining, and she and Lethero were comfortable companions, even though the difference in maturity was huge. While Lethero was becoming older by the day, or at least it seemed that way, Fyra was barely an adult. She often wondered about the fairness of it, how she had many centuries left to see while her friend had merely years, what right did her kind to have such a longer lifespan? But in her time since birth she had observed those with shorter times to be more active, causing more damage or doing more good, or both. She wondered whether she would ever be able to claim such importance to history-known or unknown- as her short-lived werewolf friend.

"Fyra?" The door opened. "How did you know?"

Fyra's tail twitched. "Know what? That you've baked those hotcakes again?" Her statement was hopeful, Lethero had become good at making those hotcakes. But his face was serious, grim even. Fyra sighed.
"What is it?"
A stranger appeared at the door. "It's Sada again. We need Lethero's help. Who are you?"
Fyra's wings flared in surprise. "Sada? I thought we laid that to rest long ago. And I'm Fyra. An old aquaitence."
Lethero glanced at the stranger that reminded Fyra of someone. "She was going to lead me to her mother."
Fyra cocked her head.
Lethero continued. "This is Adje's daughter."
Fyra laughed, a sound like high chimes. "Of course! I thought I knew you from somewhere. Well, I'm coming too." Fyra saw Joran tense, and continued. "Don't worry dear, your mother and I had a odd relationship, but it wasn't bad. She will welcome me."

Keenan-

As the party settled around the fire, Keenan hung back, hesitating. Just then the collar heated again, flinching he hissed. His control dropping for just a second, his fathers voice pounded through his head, shouting that they all needed to die.

Shaking his head, he slammed the door shut again and looked up at the others. When he did, the others were watching him oddly. "What?" Keenan asked defensively, not even bothering to hide the burned flesh on his neck.

The witch, April, was looking at his neck with a mixture of horror and fascination. "That's a Slave Collar." She whispered hoarsely. "A real magical Slave Collar."

"Yes it is." Keenan snapped, he was usually a lot nicer, but his collar was a definite sore point. "And I don't want to talk about it, so can we go to sleep now?" So saying, he fit action to words and flopped down to stare a the night sky.

Rhett, not being able to take a hint, persisted. "But you're a dragon, your kind are strong even when they're young. How could they get something like that around your neck?"

Keenan propped himself up on his elbows, and gave them all a cold, flat look. "Because I'm not a typical dragon, I'm a Celestial."

Everyone looked blank, but that was to be expected, existance of Celestial's wasn't exactly common knowledge. But April looked like she knew something from her studies. Her eyes widened with surprise, worry, and what Keenan hated most, a touch of pity. Strangely the wizard, Ra, was staring a lot harder at him, his baleful stare making him shift uncomfortably.

"At risk of making myself sound like an idiot." Pippa said dryly. "What makes a Celestial different from a normal dragon.

"Because." April explained when Keenan remained stubbornly silent. "A Celestial dragon, is only born when the planets aligne. And they are always born to human parents." Some in the circle around the fire winced in sympathy. "Also, they are always born during times of great change, calamity, even chaos."

Peace nodded from his place on the other side of the fire. "The last Celestial Dragon, was born almost a thousand years ago. During the fall of the Kurchal Empire." He named the empire that had once ruled the entire southern continent.

"Right." Now April was looking fascinated, as if she was putting a puzzle together. "It was also said, that when they were more plentiful, the race was called the arbiters of the gods."

Meer

He looked from one 'criminal' to the other, shaking his head in confusion. His whole world had just been turned upside down. Was his father really just arresting non-humans at random, out of his own racist sentiments? Were these two really linked to a terrifying, bloodthirsty world that he'd never been party to, even with his training as a knight?

Meer shook his head a little, he needed some air. But he couldn't just leave these two to rot in jail. Then again, he also couldn't break them out on his own, there were far too many guards in the way to do that.

But what had his father always taught him? Find the least obvious way of achieving your goals. He thought for a second, did that mean these arrests were all some kind of smokescreen for something larger? Maybe something even larger than genocide?

For now, though, Meer needed to concentrate on helping these two. What would be the least obvious way of getting them out.

He looked from Adam to Scado, "I think I could get the two of you out if you agreed to go along with something."

Scado gave him a suspicious look, only natural considering his family, "With what?"

"Well..." Meer said, "Since my father seems bent on killing you anyway, I could offer to perform the executions in a small town where the people need to be reminded why they should hate you. On the way there, it would not be difficult to free the two of you, and I'm sure your vampire friend would be somewhere nearby to help."

Traystal

The spirit collected himself in the hollow of a tree, reflecting on what he had seen so far. Many of the living, and one undead, discussing a myriad of seemingly unrelated topics - breaking someone out of prison, magical Slave Collars, Celestial Dragons. These were dangerous types, and Traystal knew from experience that being associated with dangerous types was liable to see one killed or enslaved. Neither was an experience he wished to repeat any time soon.

New voices, or rather a single voice, reached him from a nearby stream. Curious, he slid himself out, remaining in shadow form, and hid himself amongst the roots of the trees, before flitting from one to the next as he approached the noise.

The bubbling of the stream gradually intensified, competing with the brush of branches moved by the wind. The voice was clearer now, speaking to seemingly no one.

"What is it you hear?" A woman asked no one in particular, "Something lurks about here?"

Traystal shifted slightly, and saw a beautiful young woman standing in the centre of the stream, alert for something. "Whoever or whatever you are," She said to the general area, "I suggest you show yourself now."

Uncertain for a moment, Traystal took his living shape, his shadow slowly weaving itself into his pale-skinned body, his white robe, and his blue tunic. He stood wary, keeping the hood drawn up, ready to move again at any moment. If she looked closely, she'd be able to distinguish the unnatural aura about him - the too-bright eyes, the dark green tinge to his black hair, the pale skin, and most of all, his lack of a shadow.

Peace

So Ra was here too. It explained a lot.

"Ra I heard you got back into heaven" I said and it hadn't just been pointless gossip.

" were did you here that?" Ra asked but I waved his question away so we could get back to the celestiol dragon.

"I met one of your Kind once, well I say meet I mean good dragon gone bad, needed to take him down very powerful"Ra said and I nodded remenering the comption. Keena nodded as we packed up our camps and began to walk I ended up alongside the female werewolf and her fairy.

" so um how old are you?" she asked me puzzeled.

" about 6000 years give or take few centuries" I said and plopped a suger cube in my mouth they were the only thing that stopped the hunnger still I would have to feed again and soon the crossbow bolts had taken it out of me.

"what was it like back then I mean." the curious werewolf asked again and I was tiring of this conversation so I just nodded and walked away from lane when Rhett came up to me.

" so whats your friend vampire like you or ishesdifferent" Rhett assked.

"no he's human" And suddenly many of the group were angry except thosewho had met him.

Altu's mood settled at the other creatures settled around the camp fire. He sat a long way from the group, ashamed that he had nearly mistaken the witch for a human. There was no greater insult, in his opinion. He lay on his side and rested his beak on his black claws, eyeing the group beadily.
April turned to him. His tangerine eyes met hers for only a moment, before he looked down at the ground again.
"Um, griffin, what's your name?" she asked curiously.
Altu's face folded into an irritated frown. "I'm no griffin."
"But-" she began, but was cut off by his sharp voice.
"I look nothing like the other one over there." Ironclaw raised his head, his feathery ears facing straight forwards.
He blew out a lengthy breath, turning his head away from the other creatures once more. There was an awkward cough.
"It's Altu," he finally managed to grunt at them. He looked up and caught April smiling warmly at him.
"Would you like to join us around the fire?" she offered. The orange dancing flames were very appealing to him. Being half reptile, his partially cold blood caused him to become laconic when in the cold. Without saying anything, he sluggishly got to his feet and shuffled a little closer to the group. He came to a halt awkwardly, his tricoloured wings tightly bound to his body.
"Come on, we won't bite," she encouraged, shooting him a wink. He found being spoken to like he was a child very degrading, so he ruffled his feathers in response.
The alan's lips were pressed into a tight line. Of course the smell of his reptilian blood was making him uncomfortable. He was making everyone uncomfortable.
Maybe I should leave these creatures, he pondered sadly to himself. But his lonely cold hard seemed to warm at the thought of having company.

Lane fluttered over to where Altu was fighting with his thoughts. She fluttered near his head as she looked at the big fire.

"It's cold over here." She said crossing her arms.

"Then move close to the fire." HE replied. She landed on his shoulder, well what she guessed was his shoulder.

"Only when you do." She smile at him. "I'm Lane."


***Billy who was your guy talking to?***

*Meant to be Moonlight's girl, I didn't realise I hadn't added that in.*