A Journey to Askara

Long before shadows stained the celestial light of Eltheran, Gaea'Telmon, the last human Archai Eldan'Dux, walked beside a magnificent friend - Ilvara'syl, the seven-headed Dragon God. Each head held a distinct personality and power: Ignis, the fiery leader; Terra, the wise earth-shaker; and the others, guardians of wind, water, life, shadow, and spirit. Together, they were a force of nature, a whirlwind of friendship that soared through the Eltheran skies.

However, whispers of discord began to rise amongst the Archai Eldan'Dux. Power and control festered in their hearts, breeding suspicion of the Firstborn races and disdain for Ilvara'syl's untamed nature. They plotted a purge, the Dragons their prime target.

Gaea'Telmon, torn between celestial duty and his bond with Ilvara'syl, knew he had to act. He confided in the Dragon God, his voice heavy with sorrow. Terra, the wise one, spoke first, her voice like the rumbling of distant mountains. "There exists," she rumbled, "beyond the very veil of reality, a sanctuary hidden from all eyes. A realm where life thrives untouched, bathed in the light of a different sun."

Intrigued, the other heads murmured their interest. Gaea'Telmon, a flicker of hope rekindled in his eyes, explained further. "It's called Askara," he said, "a place woven into the fabric of existence itself, yet unseen, unheard."

The concept of Askara was foreign to them. Eltheran was all they knew, a vast realm held aloft by unseen forces. Askara, however, was different. It wasn't a landmass floating in the sky, but rather a hidden echo, a duplicate world resonating on a different frequency. Like a song unheard beneath the din of a bustling marketplace, Askara existed unseen, yet undeniably real.

With a heavy heart, Gaea'Telmon guided Ilvara'syl through a series of ancient rituals, weaving celestial magic with the raw power of the Dragon God. The world shimmered, the very fabric of existence rippling around them. Then, with a blinding flash of light, Ilvara'syl vanished.

Years passed, and the Daevathema's corruption spread like a wildfire across Eltheran. Gaea'Telmon made his fateful choice, sacrificing his celestial birthright to empower the Aenwyn-Touched. Though physically separated, he knew Ilvara'syl was safe.

One day, a whisper reached the ears of the young Druids. A whisper of a land bathed in an unfamiliar light, a place teeming with life untouched by the Daevathema's taint. The whisper spoke of Askara.

Fuelled by curiosity and a yearning for a pure land, these brave Druids embarked on a perilous journey. They followed ancient maps, cryptic signs etched onto the very bones of the world. Finally, they stood at a nexus point, a doorway woven from starlight and whispered prayers. With a deep breath, they stepped through, and the world dissolved around them.

When they opened their eyes, they were in a place of wonder. Lush forests stretched before them, sunlight filtered through shimmering leaves unlike any they had seen on Eltheran. The very air vibrated with life, a symphony of unseen creatures chirping and buzzing. This was Askara, a hidden world forever bonded to Eltheran, a refuge for those who walked the path of healing and hope.

And so, Askara became not just a name for the healers of Eltheran, but a sacred location, a testament to Gaea'Telmon's sacrifice and the enduring power of friendship.  It was a reminder that even beyond the familiar horizon, hope could bloom in unexpected places, accessible only to those with the courage to seek it. The Druids, forever changed by their journey, became the guardians of Askara, whispering tales of the seven-headed Dragon God who slumbered beneath a different sun, a silent promise that one day, their paths might cross again.