When you tell a story, you always start at the beginning. But the beginning of my story is also the beginning of the story of life. Come closer, friends, I Kha'An, eldest of Tiredi'a's great-grandchildren, have the time and desire to tell you everything. It all began billions of winters ago when our universe was made up of dead planets and uselessly shining suns. Life was nowhere to be found, only on the planet Cinó closest to the center. My and your ancestors lived on this planet, they lived happily in its dense forests. But where did our ancestors come from? Well friends, I can't give you the answer. However, legend has it that we Cinós and our cousins ​​the Zunka´o are descended from one breed. In our tongues we call them the Un'zur-ikeda, the unnamed, a race that the two gods Karn and Opar brought into being. The two gods have always been there, but one day Opar asked for rule over the unknown.Thereupon a fight broke out between the gods, which both did not survive. In the most violent explosion, their lives flew out of their bodies and reached the dead planets and their death ultimately meant the life of all. One day one of the unnamed found two strange objects on the Götterberg. A white sword, it seemed completely made of snow and a black stone, which the strongest hammer of the best blacksmith could not even scratch. The unnamed took the relic to their city. There they decided that the sword was the symbol of Karn, their beloved god, the black stone, Opar's symbol, they wanted to throw down the next gorge. But the divine power in the relics was so great that some fell for the stone. A group of the unnamed split off and moved to the cold north of Cinó. The two groups built a temple to their respective relic. Millennia passed like this. The part of the unknown who emigrated to the north gave themselves a new name.They called themselves Zunka'o, while those who stayed took the name of their planet. Only slowly did the two peoples approach each other again. After years of rapprochement, the unthinkable happened. The prince of the Zunka'o fell in love with my sister, the princess of the Cinós. While love was met with suspicion on both sides, the princess became pregnant. And little by little the formerly one people came closer to each other again. But luck did not last long, because the Zunka'o prince was accidentally killed by a Cinóer in the icy snow forests of the frost plains. Anger ruled the planet and it wasn't long before the immortals started attacking each other. When a major war threatened, the heavily pregnant princess fled to a strange planet. I never saw her again, but I don't think she would have recognized her people in the years that followed. The minor slaughter quickly grew into a war that soon rocked the entire planet.But the Zunka'o lost the fratricidal war, as the war is called today, and surrendered soon afterwards. My father, the king then banished them to the planet Jik'zu, the neighboring planet Cinós, which is completely covered by ice. The Zunka'o dismantled their temple and left the planet. But after a few centuries the Zunka'o were drawn into a war again, because a war people attacked them. Outnumbered and tired of fighting, the Zunka'o lost one battle after the other. As the final battle raged, the final heap went into battle while the priests put Opar's stone in a spaceship and sent it into space. Only 3 Zunka'o remained on board the spaceship, the rest died when the planet blew up. They rebuilt the temple somewhere and the inhabitants of the planet treated the 3 remaining ones as gods and helped them build the temple. They not only use the stones from the area, but also some stones that came from Jik'zu were built in.But when foreign warriors arrived one year, the last of the 3 Zunka'o also died. Only one with the cold blood of the Zunka'o still walked the paths of life. Centuries after he was born, young Feanor came to us. When he heard what had happened to his people, he was beside himself. He vowed to find the temple and bring the Zunka'o back to life. When we heard this, we banished him and never saw him again.



Hello dear readers, I warmly welcome you to the fifth part of the cold song of the flames. Anyone who has read the predecessors (The Legends of the Immortals and / or the Last Uprising) will of course quickly find their way around the story here, but what about those who only started with this FF? So I decided, especially for Captain Future, to publish the basic idea again. So that to the previous story, but now I would like to point out one more thing. With the fourth part I had a lot of problems, I couldn't think of any ideas to bring the story back to a high level.But the fifth part just flowed out of my fingers, and I think it's really very well done * praise yourself *. No, seriously, write how you liked it and I'll continue to write on the sixth part. By the way, I dedicate this part to my biggest fan, she already knows who I mean, so see you soon, your Hinak





Everywhere he took his steps there was fear, fear and darkness. It was not for nothing that the entire universe feared him. They were afraid of who he was and even more afraid of what he had become. They hated him for the war he waged on the universe and everything else he did. He knew that even many of his own ranks thought that about him, but he didn't care as long as his own people were behind him. His gaze met a mirror, slid over his reflection. At the sight of him he inevitably thought back to that fateful day, almost 10 years ago, when his fate was determined by a little boy." Juno ", his voice was nothing more than an ice cold whisper in the dark. “You don't even know what kind of story you got involved in, it's the oldest story of all time.” As he spoke, his reflection in the mirror changed. It showed a small, black-haired boy, his deep blue eyes looking at him fearfully. "Your fate made you a character in the oldest game in this universe, a character in a drama. When the two gods Karn and Opar once created the people of the unknown and breathed life into them. As Opar's heart darkened and he turned against his brother Karn. When the unnamed split among themselves and from them the Cinóer and the Zunka'o developed. "Full of disgust his blood-red eyes stared into the deep blue of the child. "You don't even know who you turned against. When my ancestors went to war against each other, which the Zunka'o lost and were banished forever from Cinó's holy earth."His own reflection came back to him. He puffed his way through his snow-white hair. He had not only changed inside, but also outside. Hair grew out of his head that he could put around the necks of his opponents like arms. But also his once gray skin was now as pale as the faces of the dead and his fingers were not fingers but claws. He remembered what it was like when a beam of energy shot across his chest and hit the black stone behind him. He remembered still exactly the pain when Opar had eaten his soul. From that day he had been Opar's slave and Opar's master. And now his feet would set foot again in Cinó, soon Feoren would burn, his mother's city. Feanor closed his eyes . "Soon I will take revenge, on those who once drove me away and on those who turned against me.



The cold song of the flames

Chapter 5: Cinó






With a hiss, the door slid open and they stepped inside the ship. Juno looked curiously at the ornate carpet, which mysteriously reflected his face, but Ikuri's face was not. “Ahem, Ikuri?” He stopped, his gaze fixed on the floor. “What is Juno?” Worried, Ikrui came closer. “Are you uncomfortable?” He shook his head quickly. I'm just missing the fact that she has to take care of me now. "No, I wonder why I am mirrored here and you are not?" Now she also looked at the floor, but shortly afterwards her gaze slid back up and caught Juno's questioning, almost fearful look. "And, Ikuri? What does that mean?" She took a step back, her eyes widened in shock. “Oh no, Juno, what did you do?” Panic seized him. “I didn't do anything, really?” Desperate, he took a step towards Ikuri. "Ikuri, what does that mean? Tell me ... are you laughing? "She blushed and shook her head hastily." hmmhmm .... HAHAHAHAAHA "Juno stood there as if frozen in a pillar of salt, he couldn't believe it, he actually became by Ikuri laughed at . "Ikuri, I don't think that's funny at all, what do you think the horror I got? "Tears welled up in Ikuri's eyes." I'm sorry Jun HIhihihi ..but your face was so comical. "It took a little while before Ikuri was able to speak to him normally again. She looked at him comfortingly." Oh Juno, don't be angry with me now, it was just joking. "" I'm not mad at you! "He assured her. You should turn her neck " Really? Are you really not mad at me? It's good. "She turned around her own axis, beaming." It's okay, Ikuri, it was actually quite funny. " I almost died of shock, cheeky brat! Ikuri instructed him to follow him."You Juno? Could you do me a favor?" An answer was growled. "Oh nice, so could you please tell my father nothing about this joke? Otherwise he would be angry with me again." Juno unlocked the door and now walked next to her. "Oh come on, I'm not that resentful either." Well, wait, you'll have to hear something from your father. He followed Ikuri with a sneaky grin. "By the way, why was my face reflected in the carpet and yours not?" Ikuri shrugged. "I don't know, Juno. I don't think it's very important either. Just ask my father when you've told him about my prank." She stopped and grinned at him nastily. "Hey, what do you mean? Can you read minds?" Ikuri's grin widened. "No, but think !" She went on