The Ryl Flower Pixie scout, Greenly riled up the Awgwa to which he thundered. "You may be immortal, but you can still get hurt, Awgwa!"
His words a deafening promising roar; a sound promise and vow that shook the very air around them. He hurled a torrent of shadowy daggers, each a whisper of dark intent, at Greenly. The shadow-knives sliced through the air, a chilling, unnerving display of power. They struck her; they landed, not with a thud, but a soft, sibilant whoosh as they sliced past and embedded in her person. The force of the impact, though not damaging, was unsettling. She sneezed, a sudden expulsion of air jarring her balance. She stumbled backward, her feet, for a moment, losing their sure footing on the shifting cloudy prison. Despite the momentary setback, Greenly's emerald eyes held a determined glint.
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"You're finished today, Awgwa Prince Under the Mountain of Polynesik, Citrine's Calm!" Greenly, the pixie, invoked her magical incantation. Her voice echoing with newfound power. The words weren't just spoken; they were imbued with a potent magic. A shimmering aura, the color of a flawless citrine gemstone, enveloped her, extending to form a protective barrier around her. This shield, Citrine's Calm, promised a temporary reprieve from the terror and panic that the Awgwa had tried to unleash.
But the injury, the slight stumble, the impact of the shadowy blades, carried a hidden consequence. A subtle, yet profound, change was etched upon Greenly's being. A change that, while not debilitating, would subtly alter her lineage. From this point forward, her descendants would inherit a sensitivity to certain toxic spores and virulent illnesses, a vulnerability that would sap their strength, a weakness that would leave them drained and vulnerable. Yet, they wouldn't die. The pixies, it seemed, possessed an unbreakable link to life itself, even in the face of this inherited weakness. A cruel twist of fate, an unexpected price for a moment of defiance.
Meanwhile, the Awgwa, forced back to his shadowy home beneath the mountain, the heart of the Polynesik realm, was confronted by a Lesser King of his people.
"How many times have I told you? We don't attack adult humans! Once you draw their attention, they can see us, proving our existence. The Great Awgwa king is displeased with your rebellious actions. You are banished from our realms on Earth forever—an exile with the penalty of death. You have no standing with us. Your younger brother takes the lead in missions from here on. Leave!" The Lesser King thundered, his voice echoing with the raw power of his position. "I do not want to see your face again!"
The words hung heavy in the air, and the Awgwa, defeated and chastened, could only glare at the Lesser King before disappearing into the shadows. The sense of shame was palpable, a thick miasma mixing with the already oppressive gloom. The Awgwa's future, now uncertain, seemed as bleak as the shadows that surrounded him.
Greenly struggled to keep aloft, one of her wings having taken a significant impact.
"Greenly!" Aiden gasped, rushing to her side. He caught her just before she could crash into the earth.
"I am injured, not dead. Aiden, never despair," she panted, her voice strained. "This... this attack by the Awgwa's shadow has left a mark. A lingering illness, a weakness woven into my very being."
The Coprophoenix, wings outstretched over them both, emitted a gentle, healing light. A swirling vortex of golden flames – a magical fire that pulsed within Aiden's own life force pumping veins channeled through her was the Magic Phoenixflame Aiden was born inherently to wield–enveloped Greenly's injured wing. The flames worked to mend the damage and mend Greenly's wing but made her sensitive to toxic spores and deadly ill weak zapped of her strength.
The Phoenix's golden fire repaired the injured wing, mending the damage, while also leaving an unnoticeable mark on the Pixie's constitution—an enduring sensitivity to toxic spores that would be a vulnerability throughout her life. It was a bittersweet victory.
Then the Phoenix, having completed her healing task, swooped away, seeking a quiet spot. Aiden followed. She had settled in a small bed of twigs, and in time, laid a single, shimmering emerald-green egg. By the time Aiden reached her side, the egg was nestled securely amongst the twigs awaiting hatching.
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