In the late spring, when icy vine had been gathered, and first summer flowers on the hills of Rad'Ninnia had bloomed, Aray was faced with unexpected news that her brothers commited the ultimate treason against thier sister and empress. They've conspired with her enemies and start an open war. Bloody war, one that have already taken over milion lives till the word of it reached Aray.
She simply couldn't believed it, and yet she could. They were arogant her brothers, and convinced they deserved better place in the order of their world. That would be their downfall but they will take too many lives in the process.
The world they all knew was comming to an end. She knew it. It was in the air, almost tangible taste of blood and fire that was spreading through galaxy. She dreamt last night, of the world she didn't know. It was Aray but places were unfamiliar, crude and primitive, and the stars were gone. And now she knew. Galaxy is gonig to change and Aray with it.
There was only slim chance to preserve hope for the future generations, to perserve what could be salvage. But did she dare to take that chance?
Air around her cracked with energy and fire. Warmth was spreading through crisp summer night. Others would retreat from it, but she was imune to excess heat and song that was deadly to their ears.
Phoenix, her last hope, landed on her arm like the ball of fire...
Illustration for the story I used to write. It took me almoust a year to finish it due to chronic lack of time.
For the face and partialy for the pose I used some of the works made by *faestock
Also I used brushes made by ~shira