Then at the 5th watch hour the 2nd garrison of the Atlantean army marched out to meet the  opposing army, the mages of Atlantis standing tall and bright with timeless wisdom about them, lifted their arms to the sky and chanted for the Empire of Atlantis, then as the enemies of the Empire stood in awe of the skies, they then grew dark and suddenly without warning blood red meteors came crashing toward them, the ruthless nagaa stood tall and firm as did their commanders, meteors came and crushed a large volume of their army, but nonetheless did they continue their march on the City of Atlantis.

The dust from the sky cleared and settled then from the dust emerged a great horde of nagaa upon the cities outer wall, yelling, banging, clashing their weapons on the wall of the city, preparing for the siege, the mages of Atlantis did continue to chant but they weakened as the fear grew upon the soldiers and the sheer pressure did weigh heavy on each mage, the hate and sheer ruthlessness of the nagaa did pass them through the magical wards though many nagaa lost many still rushed through quickly slaying any soldier they did come upon.

Horde upon horde of nagaa charged and made siege to the City, mage by mage fell under the pressure of keeping the magical wards up, soldier by soldier fell under blade of nagaa, moving closer to the inner city the ward shrunk as each mage fell, the nagaa spared none in their path, killing any and all in their path, as the siege went on one mage left standing kept his eyes full of sorrow as he looked out to the ensuing battle, then his attention was taken, as if a blade pierced his heart, he looked east of himself and in his shadow he did see his brother, his lover, his life, lay prostate upon the blade of a nagaa, then did he lose all hope, he had to run to this brother, but if he did, then he would be marked a traitor to the high council, but still even greater yet betrayal to the one he loved, he acted and made his choice, he lowered his arms and the ward slowly dissipated into the air.

He looked at his fallen brother and tears formed in his eyes sorrow came over him as a tear fell from his eye, did he blink, and in that blink there was a flash from the flash did he find himself at his brothers side, many did the nagaa kill, many more were the screams of the people in the city, but the screams did not reach the mage’s ear, he fell to his knees in the blood puddle of his brother and took him into his arms and cried, there in his hands was clutched an amulet with the atlantean inscription that read “Our love is eternal and everlasting” as he saw this another tear fell from his eye onto the amulet and he did close his eyes and place his head on the chest of his brother and cried out to in pain.

As the mage cried the amulet grew warm and began to glow bright the inscriptions burned away in the mist of the Chaos and the earth shook violently as the mage looked up into the sky that was dark with fear and rained blood, several nagaa entrenched upon the mage and his lifeless brother hoping to end the mages life, nor did the mage care to fight back, he lowered his head upon his brother and waited to be reunited with him, blades drawn upon the mage and his beloved the nagaa moved closer, then suddenly in the midst of them two ancient and powerful spirits did stand, Morfation and Aranhil.

Stricken with fear the nagaa gazed at the two tall figures stricken with grief the mage, Cyzac, did not notice them. Morfation the protector did gaze upon them and he chanted in ancient languages and from the base of the ground to the top of his head did a great ward encompass the four in a bubble of brilliant light as suddenly a great ray of light shone upon the nagaa within seconds the ray became so bright the flesh started to ignite on the beasts and they screamed in pain as Aranhil stood silent and gazed in great sadness at the loss of life around him as nagaa by nagaa soon became no more than a bit of ash floating in the sky did the ray of judgment slowly subside.

 Aranhil looked upon the wasted life, and he began to weep a tear fell from his eye and fell to the ground as soon as it did it splashed and a great river formed under the four moving outward from them, washing away the blood and soon did rain fall a gentle rain and as it did life sank into the bodies, soldiers, commoners, royalty, and all awakened from their sleep and saw the spirits and Cyzac and Nesais and all awoken but Nesais and the spirit Aranhil spoke saying, “From the depths of darkness and sorrow may love yet again live but such power is not in our hands” and Cyzac cried in pain, and tears filled his eyes as he lowered his head and kissed Nesais and as he did a bright light gazed upon them and Nesais opened his eyes, Cyzac took Nesais in a deeper embraced and pledged never again to let him go.

The spirits spoke one last time to the two brothers, the two lovers saying “Love will always be with you, and as such you are immortal, by your eternal love you do live on and so do your people, the people of Atlantis.

So is the story of the two Brothers, the two Lovers, and the two Heroes of Atlantis.