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Tyrael Dracar

Tyrael Dracar

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Tyrael glided through the nearly completely open sky. There were some clouds but he didn't mind piercing through them and feel the water droplets cascade down his body. He dried off relatively quickly from his flying but it was something that he surprisingly liked to do. Those in the Spine had heard one of their own, Celestia, had left and made a conscious effort to stay on the surface world. He was the one to be tasked to retrieve her and he had spent days on this. There was a lot of land to cover.

He knew Celestia had an affinity for healing and he had spent the past couple of days tracking anything that resulted in death. From bandit ambushes, official battlefields, or anything else where blood was drawn. It was the one thing he could go off of but he wondered how much longer he would continue this search himself. That's when he passed over a crossroad and saw a carriage flipped over with bloodstains on the ground near it. Tyrael didn't think there would be anything but was still planned to inspect it. He dived from the air before eventually landing softly on his feet near the wreckage as his black wings tucked into his back.

His eyes glanced over to the carriage, seeing the arrows sticking out of the sides and in the ground. Tyrael's attention then went to the ground as he crouched down and dipped two of the fingers in the bloody dirt and thought to himself. Blood. Lots of it. No bodies though. He stood up and rubbed the stain on his fingers and noticed how it was still wet. Recent. Tyrael turned his head toward the carriage and stepped around it until he found at least one body, a man wearing makeshift armor and reeked as if he hadn't bathed in weeks. By the way of his armor and weaponry, most likely a local bandit. A pool of blood was beneath him but that's not what caught the avariel's attention. He took a few steps before he crouched once more and picked up a feather, it was golden in color and much larger than a normal bird. Turning his head in the direction of where the road was going, Tyrael spoke out loud this time as his eyes gazed ahead, "Found you."
 
“I’m not trying to hurt you!”

Her voice rang out not too far ahead as she dodged another stone. She had gone out of her way to rescue a few merchants, and for what? Her patience was running thin, and she had to deal with humans always resorting to violence for creatures they didn’t understand.

“Back away, beast!”

“I protected you from the bandits! Can’t you-” She dodged another rock and sighed, gazing upon a man with an injured arm. He was standing in front of a woman and shielding her from Celestia. The woman was hurt, and her skin began to turn pale from rapid blood loss. Even then, the man refused to let Celestia near her.

The avariel sighed and stepped back, raising her hands up as a sign of peace. As she did so, she heard faint rustling behind her, causing her to whirl around. In the blink of an eye, her bow was leveled with an arrow nocked.

The sight before her caused her to gasp aloud.

“Tyrael?”
 
Tyrael took flight once again after he had found the golden feather. It meant she must have been close and he didn't intend to lose her trail. After a few minutes, he heard the sound of shouting and descended again until he was on the ground. He walked through the brush as the voices grew louder and louder until he could recognize one specifically.

He made no effort to hide his approach as he pushed through tall grass, he found Celestia with a bow knocked and aimed for his heart. The man practically squealed at the sight of another one of her kind and spelled the doom of them both. Tyrael wore leather armor that didn't disrupt his flight too much, with the only difference about it being in the gaps in the armor that revealed the blacked inked tattoos on his skin that was unique to him beside the black wings.

The avariel raised both his eyebrows slightly at the sight of her aiming her bow at him, "Celestia, it's good to see you as well. Now, put the bow down." Tyrael didn't enjoy the thought of finding her and then immediately getting shot. His eyes went to the two humans and he exhaled exhaustively but not because of exertion, "And as always, offering help to these things when they never want it." His disdain for humans and most of the other races weren't a secret amongst his kind.
 
It felt like it had been years since she had seen him. At his words, Celestia lowered the bow, still reeling from the shock of having him standing within feet of her. She heard movement behind her and turned to see the humans quickly shuffling away. A part of her wanted to call out after them, but she knew they were terrified and not willing to trust her.

Celestia put the bow away before she turned to look at Tyrael again, “Why are you here?” She asked with a tone of annoyance. She considered him a friend, but she could never see eye to eye with him on the perception of Arethil’s surface. He held the same beliefs as the elders and would choose to stay behind closed doors forever.

“The right path is never the one of least resistance,” Celestia said with a grin, reciting something they had been taught as youngsters. She walked directly past him to inspect the remnants of the caravan, collecting things that were of value to the humans that ran away so quickly. She would drop the items off at their village.

“I’m not going back with you,” Celestia inspected a bejeweled goblet, eyeing it from all angles, “So if that’s why you’re here, you’re wasting your time.”
 
The humans ran off once Celestia's attention went to him and they didn't miss their opportunity to disappear from the scene. She asked why he was here and the look he gave her was of a silent message being, really? Both of them knew exactly why he was here and it was to return her home. "You're stubborn Celestia, not naive. I'm here to bring you home." Tyrael turned and walked beside her as she picked up the different items on the ground. He didn't see a point of her picking up their wares and didn't help but he wouldn't stop her.

She recounted what was taught of them and Tyrael sighed in response, "Maybe so but how about in a way where you don't cause the Spine to be in an uproar." Her affinity for healing extended to those outside of her own race. While he may not have liked them or the fact that she continued to leave the Spine, he could at least respect her commitment to the craft as it was a precious one.

"Then I'm wasting my time on my own discretion. You know they wouldn't just send one Overseer. I offered first to search for you." The avariel didn't need to explain more about the Overseers. If they found her amongst a human or any other kind's encampment, they would most likely burn it to the ground before forcing her to return home. "Return home, ease the mind of the Elders and the others." Not only did they not like the fact she frequently left the Spine but the fact that she was a prominent healer as well.
 
“I’m not the only healer of Thyasari,” Celestia said as she continued collecting things. She made a point not to look at Tyrael. She had seen his judgmental expression quite often and wasn’t particularly in the mood for it now. She rummaged through a few bags, crouching down to curiously poke through everything in the overturned wagon.

“Have you even tried giving them a chance?” She reached in and pulled out what appeared to be a pouch...but it had an opening on top of it. She unplugged the opening and took a sniff, her eyes widening from how strong it smelled. She rose to stand, swishing the liquid around as she walked towards the other Avariel.

“Besides, I’m not the only one down here. Caliane is here too and has been getting along just fine with the groundlings,” Celestia had felt much better about being down here since learning another Avariel had found success, “Times are changing, Tyrael,” She said with a smile, “You’re still stuck in the old ways.”

Celestia held out the waterskin for him to smell. It was certainly not filled with water, “What do you suppose this is?”
 
"No, you're not. But you are a good one." Healers were a commodity and one that shouldn't be allowed to slip away. Her judgment not to look at him was the correct one because he did give her the judgemental looks that were common for him. Tyrael followed her to the wagon and stood beside her with his arms crossed as he watched what she did.

When she asked if she had ever given them a chance, he didn't speak for a moment as he thought about his answer. It was an argument the two of them have gone through many times. "Like they give others the chance? You know what they do. They act friendly until we no longer have a use or until we have something they want. Giving them a chance is all they could need to attack us." They have lived for a long time and seen many civilizations fall to the hand of humans and other creatures.

When she mentioned that there was another and that he was stuck in the old ways, Tyrael chuckled sarcastically, "Yes, times are changing with just the two of you out here." He uncrossed his arms as his gaze went to the little pouch that was in her hands, "Fortunately for Caliane, and unfortunately for you, I know you more."

Celestia asked him to smell whatever was inside the pouch and he eventually leaned over to get a whiff. He recoiled afterward with his nose scrunched, "I can only guess it's that rancid tasting liquid that everyone seems to love down here. Rum?" It was one of the words he had heard spoken whenever he was required to make trips outside of the Spine but he didn't know for sure.

In the distance, the sound of hooves and the neighing of horses could be heard. Tyrael glanced at Celestia for a moment before he unfolded his wings and with a single flap launched himself in the air. He got high enough so that he would be able to see that it was a group of men that appeared similar to the dead body by the first carriage he found. If Celestia joined him in the sky, he would murmur to her with his eyes still on the bandits, "It seems they're tracking your band of merry merchants."
 
Celestia scowled at him, “Change starts with but a few. You need the sparks before the flame before the fire,” She pulled back the waterskin, never having really sampled alcohol beyond the occasional wine. She was taught about the hubris and vices of man.

“What use do we serve holed up in our city?” She challenged back, deciding she had her fill collecting items for now. Celestia had swept around the region enough to guess which village the merchants were going to. She was about to ask him about the state of their city when the sounds of hooves erupted in the distance.

Celestia followed Tyrael’s lead and jumped up into the sky, her wings keeping her hovering high in the air. She didn’t respond to his snide commentary just then, folding her arms over her chest.

“And I suppose you expect me to just watch as they kill the two innocent merchants,” She said in an undertone, “Just as our people have done for centuries.”

Celestia didn’t wait for him to answer before spinning around. With a powerful push of her wings, she was propelled further in the direction of the merchants. She glided through the air, looking for the two injured humans. They were going to be much slower on foot and allow their pursuers to catch up in no time.
 
Tyrael's eyes followed the group of bandits until Celestia spoke in a tone that suggested she was about to do something about it. When he turned to face her, she was already gone and flew through the air to find the merchants. The avariel shook his head but reluctantly followed with a powerful push of his own to catch up to her.

It didn't take long for the sound of screams to come from the forest. The bandits had found the merchants and started to circle them as the woman threw herself around the man and shielded his injured arm. Tyrael was prepared to watch but he knew if anything happened to the merchants then she would forever hold it against him. He stuck out his left arm and exposed the tattoo along his bicep. With a slow slipe of his other hand over it and the muttering of a few words, the tattoo came alive as a green light erupted from his hand. It slid up his arm until he pretty much pulled it out of his skin and became a weapon, a spear of avariel design as the tattoo disappeared from his body.

One of the bandits hopped off their horse and drew out a dagger as they approached the woman and man. He made it halfway before he heard a whistling sound. The spear soared through the air smoothly and right over the bandit's shoulder as it landed between him and the merchants with a satisfying thunk into the dirt. The man spun around instantly and that's when he would find Celestia flying in.
 
Celestia was more than surprised to see Tyrael jumping into action. Not only was he very much against the groundlings, but he had given her countless lectures about revealing herself. She was already flying low towards the bandits as they stopped in their tracks.

She unleashed a psionic blast that sent them flying back from the merchants. Celestia landed on the ground in front of them, rising to her full height before drawing her blade. The bandits deserved no mercy, and they would butcher children if they got in their way.

The Avariel rushed towards the first merchant, locking blades for a moment before she whirled around and slashed his back. Celestia then used her wing to smack at the face of another, using that momentum to spin around and attack another.

“Agh!” She winced as she felt a pang of pain, looking at her shoulder from where an arrow protruded. A glance up showed a bandit standing up on a boulder. He ducked as soon as he saw her make eye contact, rushing to hide behind trees as he took aim to fire arrows at Tyrael.
 
The spear was his whole involvement in the fight at that point. Tyrael watched from his position in the sky, hovering there as his eyes tracked Celestia. She had certainly become a better fighter since her time out here and it was no surprise given the natural amount of things on the surface that attacked first and asked questions later. When the bandit fired the arrow at her and then turned to fire at him, Tyrael let out a grunt of annoyance at the human going after him before diving down into the trees and out of sight. The arrows just flew through the air without pause.

The bandit didn't know where to look, forward at Tyrael where he was hidden in the trees and bushes or behind where Celestia was. His head kept glancing back and forth with his bow forward but it was too late. The bandit felt a gust of wind and when he turned back towards the forest, the avariel had launched himself with the help of his wings and came right at him in breakneck speed. Tyrael's sword slid right through the man's stomach and he used him as an anchor point to land on the ground again.

The bandit dropped the bow and gripped onto the hilt of Tyrael's sword but he immediately yanked it out and away from the man's touch before slashing him across the chest. He dropped to the ground with blood forming beneath and the avariel stepped over him as he flicked the blood off his blade. He walked over to the spear that was still embedded into the ground and pulled it out before glancing over to her and the arrow stuck in her shoulder, "Need help with that?"
 
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