Three days have passed by since Saryn left Dhon Varlorn. King Thurdren and his men can be seen preparing for their departure to a long journey to the southern side of the continent. Dressed in dwarven plate armor, the king and his son Rannyr were are mounted upon two Northern Horned lions. The creatures had the body of a lion but seem to be a bit bulkier in size as well as having the horns of a Bighorn Sheep.
Seeing Saryn, King Thurdren called out, “We were just about to come to Talimdryl. Did something happen?”
“Yes, but I think we should head inside for this,” Saryn said.
“I understand,” King Thurdren said, dismounting from his horned lion, the others following his actions. “Men, put them back in the mountain,” King Thurdren said, handing the reins to one of his soldiers and motioning for the group to follow him into the throne room.
Once King Thurdren sat on his throne, he leaned forward, arms resting on his legs, hands clasped together.
“So, what happened?” he asked, clearly eager to hear what happened.
“My brother has allied with the sorceress Mirla. He’s killed my father and framed me for his death,” Saryn said, his heart feeling heavy. His last remaining parent was gone, and his own brother to blame. But there would be time to grieve later.
“What?!” King Thurdren said, jumping to his feet. “King Vel’dryn is dead? How?”
“I found out that one of my vials of poison was taken from my laboratory,” Saryn said. “That same vial was found on my father after he fell to the floor.”
King Thurdren shook his head slowly before saying, “And ya said yer brother was allied with Mirla. How long?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Saryn said. “Long enough, it seems. He tried to frame me for my mother’s death ten years ago, but failed to frame me for her death. He even told Mirla how she could find me. That’s why she attacked here.”
“Ya mean to tell me that yer brother is the reason Mirla came here to my Kingdom and killed one of my sons?” King Thurdren said, his voice eerily calm.
Saryn eyed the king warily before saying, “Yes.”
The king’s face turned mottled red as he let out a guttural scream.
“With all due respect your highness, none of us knew that he had conspired with her,” Selene said tactfully. “We knew that he had changed, but no information came to us.”
“Our guild was taken out before we came back home. The informant that we had to trail Vyr’kas’ whereabouts never returned,” Beleryn said, a tear streaming down his face. “My sister died in my arms.”
When he was done, the king ran a hand over his face and sat back down on his throne.
“Are ya prepared to take back the castle?” King Thurdren said, leaning back and, clasping his hands together, placing his index fingers resting against his lips.
“We are traveling to Tir’lon to seek their aid as well,” Saryn said. “We came here to forewarn you before you set out for Talimdryl as well as bring back Korrath to you safely.”
“I appreciate the thought,” King Thurdren said. “The Timberland Elves of Tir’lon interesting, indeed.... Their lot can’t be fully trusted.”
“How so?” Selene said.
“Ya see, we had a trade agreement between each other, but until the son of King Maldan ceased trade,” King Thurdren said. “He said that we’d been cheating them by not fulfilling the full amount of ore that we promised. We suspect someone has been stealing it before it came before the king but no proof substantiated our claim. If ya can find proof of this foul play and restore our trade agreements, we will happily fight alongside of them.”
As Saryn nodded his agreement, Selene asked, “Do you have any clues as to who may behind it?”
“We’ve always met up with a particular elf by the name of Arlena,” King Thurdren said. “She has always been suspicious to me. I know she has been taking some of our ore but I can’t prove it.”
“Where do both parties meet?” Saryn said.
“Five miles south of the city of Brehling,” King Thurdren responded. “At the Merchant’s Quarter during the middle of the week, usually mid-day. She’s always with her right-hand man by the name of Haldyr.”
“And how will we know who they are?” Selene asked.
“Arlena is taller than most of the Timberland Elves. She has blonde hair and typically has it braided on the sides of her head,” King Thurdren said. “Her companion has brown hair and typically likes to keep his hair somewhat cut short. They both have a pale complexion, but they can be identified by a mark of a double I with a slash through it. I really don’t know what it means, but I know that these two have it that others don’t.”
Saryn began to calculate the time it would take for their journey to Brehling and when they would show up. When he finally comes to an exact time, he said, “With the description of the mark, we should find them easily,” Saryn said as he bowed his head respectfully.
King Thurdren nodded. “We’re grateful for your efforts. Be careful, though. “They can be very elusive and dangerous.”
They left Dhon Varlorn, making their way to Brehling. In just two hours’ time, they arrive at Brehling’s outer city gates. Guards can be seen posted at the gates, checking everyone in. As they approached the guards, Saryn asked, “Where is the Merchant’s Quarter?”
“When you go through the tunnel, take a left and it’ll take you down all the way there,” The guard said.
“Thank you,” Saryn said.
Once they’d been checked in, they headed inside of the gate, following the guard’s directions. The tunnel opened to a large open area, people milling around, running their daily errands. Seeing a stable, Saryn maneuvered the horses and cart to it.
“Someone should stay and watch the cart,” Selene said as Saryn vaulted over the back of it.
“I’ll stay,” Tal’anna volunteered.
Beleryn nodded as he said, “I will too. I don’t do well in crowds.”
“We’ll be right back,” Saryn said, pulling a pack from the cart and securing his swords, “When we get back, we can watch the cart if you need anything.”
Grabbing her staff, Selene hopped down from the cart, “Ready?”
Saryn and Selene wove their way through the crowds and toward the Merchant’s Quarter. The sound of chatter increased as they walked closer, and he could tell they were going in the right direction.
“We still have time before Arlena arrives,” Saryn asked, looking at Selene. “Is there some place you would like to go? Wizard’s shop?”
“Yes,” Selene said, shaking her head. “You know me all too well.”
“Let’s go then,” Saryn said, picking up his pace.
They walked quickly toward the square, peering around in the crowd, finally spotting a sign with a crescent moon and stars. Hurrying toward it, Saryn opened the door for Selene, shutting it behind him before turning to see the shop inside.
“Wow,” Saryn said in awe as he took in the room, full of artifacts and tomes. “This must be a place of wonder for you.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Selene said, her eyes lit up. She gazed around the room blissfully, looking at everything before making her way over to a bookshelf, grabbing a purple and blue tome with a picture of a dragon. “Saryn, come take a look at this.”
Saryn walked over to Selene, eyeing the book that she picked up as he tried to read the title of the book but is unable to decipher it.
“What is it?” Saryn said, walking over and peering down at the book looking up at Selene. “I’ve never seen a language like this.”
“This is Druatch, the language of the daekarian,” Selene said. “There has to be one for the Angels and ancient text for Xae’la here,” She said as she placed the book back into its original slot, searching for another.
“There is. Would you like to see?” An old man said as he came out from the doorway. Even though his beard was white and his face full of wrinkles, he walked with the elegance of a man much younger.
“I would love to see,” Selene said, walking over to the counter. “I’m very interested in that part of history.”
“I know you are, Selene,” the man said.
Selene stepped back just as Saryn walked over to the counter, his hand going to the hilt of his sword. “How do you know who we are?”
Looking Saryn up and down, the man raised an eyebrow and said, “Your cloak has the Talimdryl family crest on it,” The man came around the counter. “But I also remember you. My name is Everest Rosewood. I’ve been here in Brehling since Saryn’s grandfather ruined Talimdryl and I lost my position in the court.”
Saryn’s eyes narrowed at the man before a thought came to his mind, “You once held a position in the castle? Did you go by another name?”
“Yes, I did,” Everest said, nodding encouragingly. “Do you know what it is?”
“Har’thon Farstride,” Saryn said. “Did you magically change your appearance to another race?”
Har’thon nodded. “I needed a cover since I was a wanted man,” Har’thon said as he tilted his head, studying Saryn. “How did you learn of my name?” Har’thon replied. “Everything of mine was destroyed by your grandfather.”
“I found a letter you had written after my brother threw me in the dungeon.”
Stepping forward, his green eyes wide. Har’thon grabbed Saryn’s biceps in both hands and said hastily, “What of Vel’dryn’s condition?”
Saryn shook his head, sadness coming over him as he said, “My brother poisoned him and framed me for his death.”
The man stepped back, his hands falling from Saryn’s arms. “So, there is some truth to the rumors. People are saying that King Vel’dryn was killed by his oldest and the youngest has assumed throne. There is another rumor too.”
“What rumor?” Selene asked worriedly. Saryn said as he looked back up, his interest peaked.
“Vyr’kas is still recovering from massive burns on the right side of his face and was attacked by darts laced with Imperial Nightshade,” Har’thon said. “His wounds were very extensive and the poison should have killed him instantly. There is something or someone there protecting him.”
“A powerful mage named Mirla is protecting him,” Selene said. “Though she’s disguised herself as a handmaiden known as Adrina.”
With a nod, Har’thon said, “I know of Mirla. I’m not surprised. She has had her eye on that location for a very long time after she sold her soul,” Har’thon said. “You must leave here as quickly as you can,” Har’thon said, walking to the back of the counter and pulling out a large pack. “I promised your father something a long time ago, Selene. Everything here, minus a few personal things of mine, is the rest of your inheritance from your father. You’re closer to your destiny than you realize,” He said as his eyes zeroed in on Saryn before going back to Selene. “That crystal in Saryn’s pack, will bring about your awakening.”
Saryn’s eyes widened in shock, wondering how the man had known what he had in his possession, and Selene looked at him questioningly. Before he left the castle, he’d made sure to take enough coins and jewels to fund their needs for the upcoming war. His family’s Lemurian Diamond, a somewhat clear hexagonal crystal with iridescent colors shooting through it, was among what he had taken. As far as he knew, it was worth a thousand astrals, perhaps less as it’d been engraved with someone’s initials.
“What crystal is he talking about, Saryn?” Selene asked.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Saryn pulled out the diamond and showed it to her.
"It’s beautiful,” Selene said, staring at it intently. “It’s like the one on your sword.”
“It's only flaw is the initials carved in it.”
“Initials?” Selene said, leaning closer to the stone. She gasped, looking from Saryn to Har’thon, then back to the stone. “X.T.? Xae’la Tirrem,” she said reverently.
“Who is Xae’la Tirrem?” Saryn asked.
“She is the mother of all magic and the co-creator of Seraphs and Dragons here in this land!” Selene said as she turned to Har’thon. “This is to help me somehow?”
“In time, it shall come to you. I can’t put a finger on it, all I know is that it would lead to greatest awakening,” Har’thon replied as he snapped his fingers. The large pack he’d set on the counter began to fill with various items in the building. “Indeed. Indeed. What do you plan on doing?”
“We’re on our way to Tir’lon to ask for aid, but first we’re helping the dwarves regain their trade route to Tir’lon so they would fight alongside of the Timberland Elves,” Saryn said. “A female Timberland envoy may have been stealing some of what the dwarves had sent.”
“I know of whom you speak of. Arlena. I also know how to help you prove her guilt. But you will not be able to do so here. I am certain Mirla will be looking for you, and this city is full of her agents. You should not stay here a moment longer. I will go with you and help if you’ll permit me,” Har’thon said, buckling the large pack and grabbing it. Walking over to Selene, he handed the large pack to her. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. This, my dear, is yours.”
“Thank you,” Selene said, looking down at the large pack.
“We came with one of the soldiers from the city who was with El’kar when he died and my right-hand man,” Saryn said. “They are with Selene’s cart.”
“Well, they will have to leave the city without the both of you until we can get out of the city,” Har’thon said. “We’ll have to disguise you as upper class humans. This spell will not only change your appearance but it will also change your voice as well.”
“Will it hurt?” Saryn said.
“No, it’s completely painless,” Har’thon said.
Pointing his staff at the two of them, Har’thon closed his eyes, muttering to himself. A green light emitted from his staff, encasing them in green light. As the light faded, Saryn looked down at himself. His blue-black skin had was now a beige hue, and he had a well-groomed beard. It also appeared that he had grown a few inches. Shaking his head in astonishment, his eyes sought out Selene. Her skin was the same hue as his, her lovely amethyst hair a golden-brown, and her wizard robes was now a purple silken-dress inlaid with golden thread.
Wow,” Saryn said. “No matter what appearance you take, you’re still just as beautiful.”
“Hmm,” Har’thon said as he looked between the two of them, his eyes narrowed in consideration. “Just as El’kar predicted,” Har’thon said.
“He predicted what?” Selene said.
“Your father came across information concerning the two of you, but we don’t have time to go over it right now,” Har’thon said, opening it the door and gesturing for them to leave. “What I can say is that the two of you would end up together as lovers, who bore two children that would grow up to be the harbingers of eternal peace. Let’s go before this magic wears off. The spell I put on you is temporary.”
“A prophecy about them? What does it mean for us? Harbingers of Eternal Peace? What would that entail for his children?” Saryn thought to himself.
Once they had found Beleryn and Tal’anna and informed them to leave the city and meet up with them outside the gates, Saryn said, “What do we do now?” Saryn said. “We can’t just leave through the front gate, can we?”
“No,” Har’thon said. “It’ll be too suspicious for wealthy people just walking out of the gate. There is a gate on the side of the city only accessible to the guards.”
“Is it highly guarded?” Saryn said.
“I honestly don’t know,” Har’thon said. “It is highly active, but guards won’t allow you to venture close to it.”
“Take us to it,” Selene said.
“Alright,” Har’thon said. “However, we can’t alert the guards. Follow me.”
As they walked through the city, Saryn noticed guards are posting wanted signs. The three of them stopped to take a look at the signs. “Wanted for High Treason and Murder of the Highest Degree. Reward for information about their whereabouts will be five-hundred gold.” Beneath the words were pictures of Saryn, Selene, Beleryn, and Tal’anna.
“What a shame really,” Saryn said, upholding a standing while carefully hiding his concern about their pictures being posted. “If only these people knew the true story,” he thought.
“You can say that again. They conspired and killed the king of Talimdryl,” The guard said, driving a wooden stake into the paper. “Once they are found, they will be tried and hung. Anyone else conspiring to hide them, will meet the same fate.”
“My, oh my,” Selene said, playing along with him. “I really do hate the churlish folk who think they are above everyone else. The king was a good man, too.”
“You said it, darling. Hopefully, they are caught before they spread the same fate to us,” Saryn said, his nose and chest held high. “Good day, sir,” Saryn said, walking past the guard.
They arrived to an open doorway being guarded by two men as other guards came and went through it.
“There’s two ways that we can go about this,” Har’thon said. “We can either temporarily go invisible but we will have to maneuver around them carefully, or we can slow down time and possibly risk tearing a hole in the fabric of reality.”
“Invisibility will probably be better in the long run,” Selene said. “It’s safer.”
“I agree,” Saryn said.
“Alright,” Har’thon said as he kneeled down. “Stay close to me.”
Closing his eyes, Har’thon began to mutter to himself. Slowly, their appearances faded away to the public. Saryn moved towards the wall as a guard walked towards them. To his amazement, he noticed the guard’s unhindered movement.
“Follow me carefully, for we are going into unknown territory,” Har’thon said.
Both Saryn and Selene nodded and the three of them walked towards the guard. Har’thon placed his arm out as a guard comes out of the doorway and they quickly moved out of the way continued walking down the narrow hallway, doors lining either side of it.
“That’s the one to the outside,” Har’thon said, pointing at the doorway.
“It’s empty,” Saryn said.
He began to walk toward it, but was pulled back roughly by Har’thon. The man pointed to a red light Saryn had almost walked into, then at an obelisk with an orb resting on top of it.
“If we go forward from here, that object will dispel our magic. I first witnessed this object in use after the Great Dir’lunde war. It stopped Mirla’s followers dead in their tracks,” Har’thon said. “The only thing we can do to get past that and out that door is to slow down time.”
“Is there not another way?” Selene said.
“Unfortunately, no,” Har’thon said, turning to Selene. “That orb will target magic users, shooting a red beam at them; depriving them of the energy that fuels our magic. If we cast any magic at it, it will redirect the energy back at us, which will disintegrate us into tiny particles of dust. I call it the Orb of Magic Bane.”
“What’s the likely chance of tearing a hole?” Selene said.
“With slowing down time, it’s around a thirty-five percent chance,” Har’thon replied.
“If we have no choice then we will have to risk it,” Selene said.
“What are your thoughts?” Har’thon said as he looked back at Saryn.
“What happens if we tear a hole?” Saryn inquired.
“Once you have created a rift in time, it would imploded in on itself while taking everyone with it if not done properly. Time magic is very delicate and a lot more dangerous than any known magic,” Selene said. “Chronos, the God of Time and Space, is believed to be the only one who can do this with a delicate hand.”
“So, if we have no other choice, I agree everyone,” Saryn said, regretfully.
“Okay then place your hand on my shoulders,” Har’thon said.
Saryn and Selene placed their hands on Har’thon’s shoulders. Har’thon muttered to himself, forcefully looking at the ceiling his green eyes ignite into green flames moving rapidly. The flames begin to move a slower pace with each second that passed. The guards heading in their direction look as if they are not moving at all, their foot still in midair. The flames in his eyes dissipate as he slowly stood back up with Saryn and Selene helping him.
“We must go,” Har’thon said. “The longer we slow down time, the more we risk tearing a hole.”
“Then let’s go quickly,” Saryn said.
The three of them quickly walk towards the corridor that Har’thon pointed to. There is a gate blocking their way to the outside. Saryn quickly pulled out his lock pick set and knelt down to pick the lock. The orb began to move its head slowly over to their position.
As the orb moved toward them, Har’thon said with a worried expression washing over his face, “Saryn, the orb has spotted us. If we are going to get past this, you need to hurry.”
After a few seconds of finding the locking mechanism, Saryn managed to unlock the door. They race out the door as Saryn shut the door behind them. Har’thon began to lose his concentration on the spell. Time is sped back to normal. The orb shoots out a deadly blast at the door. Splinters of what use to be the door ruptured, exploding out everywhere. With quick reflexes, Saryn jumped on Selene as he pushed Har’thon to the ground.
“We must hurry to Beleryn and Tal’anna before the spell ends,” Har’thon said.
“Don’t worry,” Saryn said, grabbing their hands and concentrating on Beleryn. In an instant, they disappeared from their location and reappeared next to Beleryn and Tal’anna.
Saryn shouted in pain, falling to the ground and clutching the right side of his abdomen. He changed back to his original form, as did Selene and Har’thon, who had long snow-white hair that looked complemented his dark complexion.
“What happened?” Tal’anna said, running to Saryn’s side.
“It’s the power that he absorbed from Zineus,” Selene said, kneeling down, undoing his tunic. A black spot can be seen forming as a circular spot, webbing out across his body as if everything around it began to decay rapidly.
“I’ve seen this before,” Har’thon said. “You have to stop using this power or it’ll consume you completely. This darkness has been prophesized to spread throughout the world if you and Selene should perish.”
“It burns!” Saryn said as the spot spread over his body.
“We don’t have someone who can heal,” Selene said.
One of the books inside the pack that I gave you, has a lot of magic used by the races of elves during ancient times,” Har’thon replied as he took command on the situation. “Luckily, I studied that book forwards and backwards, and I think there’s a spell that will help,” He said as he placed his hand on the black spot, muttering to himself.
The black spot began to recede, until it faded completely from his skin.
“No more using this evil power,” Har’thon said, helping Saryn up from the ground. “Any more uses will either kill you or consume you into complete darkness.”
Examining the site where the spot was located, Saryn nodded and rebuttoned his tunic. There was too much at stake for him to be lost to darkness. The power was not worth his kingdom’s existence.
“Are you two ready? Tir’lon is about five hours from here. Arlena always visits the King early in the morning, for her weekly supply list, before she leaves for the city of Brehling when the sun is at its highest,” Har’thon said as he viewed upon everyone. “We need to reach the city before it gets too dark, we will have an early morning tomorrow. We must find a way into the throne room.”
Five hours later, they arrived to a city in the trees. Large, circular platforms were attached to the trunks of large oak trees with each platform having a wooden bridge connecting them together. One large lift moved up and down the tree with two guards standing on it. Selene couldn’t believe the magnificent complexity that the city was designed from.
“The famous city of Tir’lon,” Selene said, unable to keep the awe out of her voice. “Where Xae’la and Loriel first laid eyes upon each other. This place is more beautiful than anything that the history books could ever describe.”
“They had to build the cities like this due to warring goblin and orc factions here,” Har’thon said.
“How do they get their horses down?” Saryn said.
“That’s a very good question,” Har’thon said. “Do you see that platform right over there?” Har’thon said, pointed over to the east of the city. “That platform can carry five hundred elves mounted on horses.”
“I heard that the Centaurs also live in this land,” Saryn said.
“Indeed, they do. They will usually band together with the Timberland Elves to fight their common enemy,” Har’thon said. “The Hobgoblin Chieftains and the Orc Warlords, have always sought after this land for its rich resources. I fear that they may join Mirla’s reign of terror.”
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“Then we also have the same enemy. Perhaps the Timberland King will be sympathetic to our cause,” Saryn said.
“These people won’t just do it for charity,” Har’thon said. “They’ll want something in return.”
“Other than re-establishing the trade route between them and the dwarves,” Saryn said. “What else could they want?”
“I know Talimdryl has an ancient tome regarding ancient elven magic,” Har’thon said.
“Yes, the Ruins of Var’dryn,” Selene said, her expression turning for the worst. Seeing her love being lifted into the air while being possessed could not shake her mind. “That tome was not only cursed but also contained a part of Zineus’s soul, allowing him to possess Saryn’s body once he returned the book back to its pedestal. A friend of ours said that had he opened the book, he would have been forever consumed.”
“This is how you obtained that power?” Har’thon said. “What ever happened to the book?”
“Selene told me that it has been cleansed, but that book is sacred to my people. I can’t just part with it,” Saryn said, fearing that he might not be able to have an audience with the king.
“Let me think,” Har’thon said. “Currency doesn’t interest the king as much as artifacts do. What about the other artifacts that you brought?”
“I thought you knew what I had when you knew I took the lemurian diamond,” Saryn inquired.
“I do know what you brought, I just want to see them with my eyes,” Har’thon replied. “A little history lesson with each object.”
“Well, I have this,” Saryn said, rummaging through the back of the cart and pulling out the immaculate sword.
“The sword of Halas Galanolden,” Har’thon said. “The very sword used to slay Mirla, the wicked one.”
“The very same,” Saryn said.
“How did your family come by this sword?” Har’thon said, his eyes beyond amazement. “It was said that the sheer darkness of her soul obliterated the sword as it sliced through her body.”
“My father and her parents did exactly what we are doing now. They went away from the castle to search for the sword. They eventually came across the Sundered Mountains where they encountered a creature with the torso and head of a man and the body of a spider,” Saryn said, placing the sword back where it was located and covering it up.
“Ah, the mighty, yet rare Alu’vidar,” Har’thon replied.
“There is truth to what you said though. The only thing left of the sword was the hilt. Father had arranged a scouting party to find the missing jewels that were imbedded in it, then paid El’kar and the city Templar to restore the sword back to its original condition.”
“Was that before we came to see you the night that my parents died?” Selene said.
“Yes, it was two years before we first met,” Saryn said. “Father kept it in his vault in case she was to ever come back for our land.”
“This is priceless, indeed,” Har’thon said. “If I were in your position, I would stow this away and not trade it. Do you have anything else?”
“Well, okay. Not this bow, I have been meaning to give this to Beleryn,” Saryn said, rummaging through the cart. “I don’t really know what that is but it has ancient elven runes along the limbs of the bow.”
Selene leaned forward, grabbing the bow lightly, and peered at the runes engraved into it. “Seo Isaein bogha seo maoin Freidon dumnezeu de brànn,” Selene said, her eyes widening. “Saryn, how did your father obtain the Bow of Freidon?”
“I honestly have no idea. It was my father’s and the memory of how he got it will now remain a mystery,” Saryn said, jumping down and walking over to Beleryn, handing him the bow. “Surprise.”
Beleryn took the bow carefully, looking upon the elaborate bow.
“Do you know what this bow can do?” Selene said excitedly. ““It creates arrows of any element out of thin air. It can also create multiple arrows depending on how you hold the bow. It’s also said that it can create a vortex of elemental energy with a word of power.”
“Thank you for this gift. I’ll always appreciate it,” Beleryn said as a tear streamed down his face. “Mel, would be jealous of this.”
“Yes, well that’s all fine and dandy,” Har’thon said. “The issue still remains. We need something to offer as a token of friendship to the king.”
“I have one more item,” Saryn said, pulling out a four-foot grip with a pommel at the end. “I couldn’t really tell what this was since it’s too small to be a staff and too big to be a wand. It has a pommel at the end but there’s no blade.”
“May I examine it?” Har’thon said.
“Yes,” Saryn said, handing the object to Har’thon.
“Truly amazing and considerably rare. A legendary weapon with its own tragic history. This would fetch a hefty amount of gold,” Har’thon said, running a finger over the runes.
“What is it?” Saryn said.
“This is the famed Glaive of Aurora, the Battle Maiden,” Har’thon said.
“She fused her soul into this glaive after she died in battle,” Selene said. “She was given this blade by the gods. She has a word of power that will make the blade come to life and it is said that the blade will not only come to life but will also fight on its own. The blade itself is magical and can replicate itself, which is why you can’t see the blade.”
“Very impressive, Selene,” Har’thon said. “Now, this is something that we can use as leverage to get them on our side as a token of good faith and establishing friendship. They’ll also want to know what Mirla and your brother’s plans are.”
“Indeed,” Saryn said. “It saddens me to see my brother ally himself with such evil.”
“All men and women alike will falter at the seduction of evil,” Har’thon said. “They must make a choice to fight against it.”
***
“Is it just like home?” Lady Setsanna said.
They had just arrived to the edge of the continent. The water can be seen flowing into the sand, receding back into itself. For miles upon miles across the water, no other land mass can be seen.
“Yes, it is,” Sir Gregory said, pulling out an amulet with a Dragon’s head engraved into it. Sir Gregory takes the amulet off of his body, lifting his arm up into the air, and began to speak in Druatch.
The scenery flickered as the water that flowed over the sand became still. A gigantic land mass came into view as Dragons can be seen flying around it. An opal bridge began to take form through the illusion of the water as the water changed into a field of sapphires. A smaller green and white dragon and a slightly larger blue and white one, flying to where Sir Gregory and Persephiel stood.
“It’s unusual to have a greeting party,” Sir Gregory whispered. “Something must be wrong.”
“Sir Gregory, you have brought a mortal with you,” the blue and white dragon said as it landed in front of them.
“Lady Arsynth,” Sir Gregory kneeled, placing his fist on his chest and bowing his head. “This is no mere mortal.”
“Hmm, what are you then?” Arsynth said, peering upon the high elf.
Persephiel placed one hand on her forehead and the other on her diaphragm. Sir Gregory watched in awe as golden-white light covered her form. Once the light faded away, Persephiel transformed back to her normal form, her wings folding to the back.
“Child of Loriel, my apologies,” Arsynth said, bowing to her. “The words of Narziros must be true then.”
“What of Bavarax?” Sir Gregory said.
“He is doing better,” Arsynth replied. “The Vraaxian High Council would like to speak with you concerning the matters of this world. Did anyone follow you here?”
“No, my lady,” Sir Gregory said. “I made sure to cover my tracks.”
“Good, allow me to introduce Norsyr, he is accompanying me for his trials,” Arsynth nodded toward the green and white dragon beside her. “We traveled here when we saw you removing barrier with a “mortal” by your side,” Arsynth said, lowering one side of her body. “Hop on.”
“What of my horse?” Sir Gregory said.
“You’ll have to leave it here for now,” Arsynth said. “I’ll inform the guards to have one of them pick it up.”
“Alright,” Sir Gregory said, climbing up onto Arsynth.
“What is your name, child of Loriel?” Arsynth said as she readjusted herself.
“Persephiel,” she replied.
“You may want to stay in this form,” Arsynth said. “Mortals are rarely welcomed here in Vraax. Sir Gregory is an exception. His parents were loyal followers of Norrinth.”
Arsynth, Norsyr, and Persephiel lifted up into the air, flying towards to massive land mass. After several minutes, they arrive at a gigantic temple connected to the mountain. Dragons and Drakkons alike turn their heads in surprise as they watch Persephiel flying towards the temple, fierce roars can be heard throughout the land. Dragons and Drakkons can be seen coming out of the temple including Bavarax and Narziros. Arsynth, Norsyr, and Persephiel land on the large platform in front of the temple. Bavarax and Narziros is thrilled to see Sir Gregory and Persephiel. Sir Gregory hopped down onto the ground as Arsynth lowered the right side of her body. Sir Gregory stood next to Persephiel.
“My kin, do not be alarmed,” A very large gold and white dragon spoke to the mass. “This is the child of Loriel, our distant relative across the continent. Her presence does confirm the words of Narziros and Bavarax. I implore you to calm your emotions until we know more. You may sit in as we speak to her and Sir Gregory.”
“Who is that?” Persephiel whispered, looking down at Sir Gregory.
“That is one of the Daekar Elders, brother to Rallizir, and one of the first, born from Loriel,” Sir Gregory said, looking straight ahead.
“So, that is Norrinth,” Persephiel said.
“Exactly,” Sir Gregory said.
“Come, you two,” Norrinth said, walking back into the temple, everyone else following him except Bavarax and Narziros. “Inform us about everything that has transpired.”
As they walk down the highway to the temple, they are welcomed by golden metallic torches lit with different color flames. Along both of the walls, are pictures of each member of the high council. As they reach the end of the hallway, they are met by an enormous open area with seven massive holes containing each of the high council members. All around the, dragons and Drakkons sat waiting.
Once Bavarax, Narziros, Sir Gregory, and Persephiel arrived in the large circle, Norrinth said, “Sir Gregory, there has been some things said that concerns the race of the Daekar. Please explain what you found since you left.”
“As all of you know, I have been investigating the curse that plagues the land of Dir’lunde,” Sir Gregory said. “I have found the one responsible.”
“Who?” A dragon with a gold and blackish tint, said.
“That would be the dark mage, Mirla, Lady Mynndra,” Sir Gregory said. “She helped the younger prince of Talimdryl kill the king and frame the murder on the older prince while we believe she may be wanting to raise her master like she tried to do during the Great Dir’lunde War.”
“So, Zineus is wanting to come back again?” A Dragon with purple and blue tint said, walking down the hallway towards them. She has white streaks symmetrically placed throughout her body, horns, ranging in sizes, following up the sides of her head. Sir Gregory, Persephiel, and the brothers turn around to see who is behind them.
“High Priestess Sharathyr!” Norrinth said as everyone but Persephiel bowed their heads as they knelt down, placing a fist on their chest.
“Brother Norrinth, it is good to see you,” Sharathyr said.
“It is good to see you, sister,” Norrinth replied curiously. “Why have you left our brother’s cage? Do you come bearing news from afar?”
“No, I just wanted to see how the mortal land fared since my departure four hundred years ago. Who do we have here?” Sharathyr said, her eyes gazing upon Sir Gregory and Persephiel. “Mortal, tell me your name.”
“My name is Sir Gregory,” Sir Gregory said as he pulled his head up, averting his unworthy gaze.
“You may look upon me,” Sharathyr said. “You wear the crest of Norrinth and are welcome here amongst our kin. How did you come about this?”
“Rallizir killed his parents and was going to kill him when I intervened,” Norrinth said. “I, then, placed him under the care of Bavarax and Narziros. The first mortal to ever be welcomed to the land of Vraax.”
“I see. I’ve been gone for too long, it seems,” Sharathyr said, walking over to Sir Gregory and Persephiel. “Child of Loriel? I haven’t seen one of your kind here before. What’s the condition of Zionia?”
“It lies in ruins, I am the last one of the celestials created by Loriel,” Persephiel responded with her arms crossed. “That floozy killed my brother and destroyed the Zionia High Council.”
“That’s actually why we held this meeting here allowing Sir Gregory to speak on the affairs of the land of Dir’lunde,” Norrinth said.
“Oh, my apologies,” Sharathyr said, moving around the four of them and, laying down in front of Norrinth.
“Will you please start over for Sharathyr?” Norrinth said.
“Yes, anything for the dragon of the cosmos,” Sir Gregory said respectfully as he placed his gaze upon her. “Like I said before, I have been investigating the curse that plagues the land of Dir’lunde,” Sir Gregory said, telling the dragons of Mirla, Saryn’s possession, and the events that transpired to lead them to this point. When he finished, he said, “After Mirla and Vyr’kas conquer and enslave all of Dir’lunde, they will push forth to Vraax. She already decimated Zionia and will spread that same destruction here.”
“They wouldn’t live long enough to conquer this land,” Sharathyr said.
“No, unless they could free Rallizir and the Daekar that followed him,” Sir Gregory said.
“That’s impossible,” Sharathyr proclaimed. “Norrinth and I locked him away where no one could ever find him.”
“That is correct,” Norrinth responded. “Only the high council knows exactly where his imprisonment is located.”
“However, what you conclude would be correct,” Sharathyr responded. “Where is this mortal known as Saryn currently located?”
“He said that he is traveling to the Dwarf Kingdom and Tir’lon the last time we spoke,” Sir Gregory said. “By the time it took us to get here, he should have already informed the dwarves of the coming war over Talimdryl and should have arrived at Tir’lon by now.”
“If war means that our land is kept free from the grasp of Rallizir and his minions then I would agree to help you in any way that you need,” Sharathyr said. “Rallizir has been seething with hatred ever since he was imprisoned. That amount of hatred will have transformed him into a monstrous beast. It would be disastrous if he were to be freed.”
“I agree with you, sister,” Norrinth said. “However, before we agree to these terms, the high council would like to speak with this mortal.”
“I will go to Tir’lon,” Sharathyr said, getting up from the ground. “That king owes me favors. You two are coming with me since you both know him better than I do,” Sharathyr said as she placed her gaze upon Bavarax and Narziros. Norrinth nodded his assent as Bavarax and Narziros looked at him.
As Bavarax and Narziros followed Sharathyr out of the temple, Sir Gregory asked, “May I ask the council a question?”
“You may,” Norrinth said.
“Is Saryn in any kind of trouble?” Sir Gregory said.
“No,” Norrinth said. “But we must see where his loyalties lie, and if he truly is against Mirla, the terrible.”
A black and red dragon sitting in a corner, smirked on the inside. That was the most heartfelt compliment Norrinth had ever given her, but now it was time to figure out where Rallizir was after the procession left. She waited until all of the Daekar left and the high council went back to their rooms. Sir Gregory and Persephiel followed Norrinth into the deeper part of the temple. Only then did Mirla, in her true form, Nyranthyr, quietly followed behind them. She heard whispers coming out of the high council room. Nyranthyr listened closely to the conversation at hand.
“Do you think there is anyone here that will betray one of us?” Drexel said.
“It’s a possibility, but one that I wouldn’t first consider,” Fafnir said.
“Then how did Mirla know how to detect the Zionia magical barrier?” Mynndra said.
“Can you honestly believe that anyone in Vraax would go to great lengths to see us destroyed?” Grildar said.
“It pains me to think that but like Mynndra stated, that one bit of information that has been shed was spoken by one of the angels of Zionia,” Fafnir replied.
“I’d like to think that the angels have always spoken truth, but we have never once spoken to them since our creation from Loriel,” Mynndra said.
“At least only a few know that Rallizir is located on the Sirius Star System,” Grildar said.
Mirla’s eyes widened as she left without a sound, having found what she was looking for.
***
Saryn, Selene, Har’thon, Beleryn, and Tal’anna arrived to a large building in the center of the city. Four Elven guards, two on each side, stood at the entrance. As the group approached them, two guards nearest to the door raised their swords. The other two drew their bows.
“State your business, outsider,” one of the guards said to Saryn.
“Woah, we walk amongst as kin here,” Saryn said, throwing his hands up quickly.
“You may be part of the elven race, but you are no kin to me,” the other guard said.
“That’s fair enough,” Saryn said, shrugging. “We wish to see the king.”
“The king will not see the likes of you,” the guard said.
“Okay then,” Saryn replied, turning his back to them and gesturing to everyone to follow him. “I guess he doesn’t want to hear the information that I have regarding the future plans for Dir’lunde.”
"What information?” the guards say in unison.
“This information is too sensitive for the likes of you,” Saryn said, stopping his movement and looking over his shoulder. “This information is brought by the Prince of Talimdryl.”
“You’re the Prince of Talimdryl?” one of the guards said snidely. “Do you have your scroll of pedigree?”
“Of course, I do,” Saryn said, pulling out a scroll from his pack, handing the scroll to the guard.
Taking the scroll, the guard unrolled it. After looking at it for a moment, he showed the other guard.
“While both of you are peering down at my document, can you ask the other two to lower their weapons?” Saryn said.
The guards waved their hands as they continued to browse the document for any forging. After a few moments, they looked back up at Saryn.
“How do we know that this real?” the guard on the left said.
“Do you even know how to spot counterfeits?” Saryn said, walking closer to the guards as the other guards raised their bows again. He placed his finger at different points of the page. “Notice how fluid the strokes are? Notice how the signature of King Vel’dryn is the same fluid motion like the whole document? See how there is no flaws to the royal seal? Even a Master Counterfeiter can’t replicate the royal seal twice in a row.”
Nodding, the guard handed the scroll back to Saryn and said, “You and your company are allowed to enter the throne room.”
“Guard the cart and the horses,” Saryn said. “I already did an inventory on the cart and made a list of everything in it. If anything is missing when I get back, it will not be hard for me to track anyone down,” Saryn said, shooting death stares at the guards. “Oh, next time they point their bows at me again, I will break them.”
The guards sheathed their swords as and opened the doors. As they entered the hall, Saryn saw a somewhat tall female elf can be seen talking with a light brown skinned elf with a golden crown of leaves inlaid with emeralds upon his head. His elaborate green silk robes inlaid with golden thread defined just a small aspect of his wealth. This must be the king of the tree city. Both of them turned to them as they walked up to the throne.
“Pardon me, my liege. I am Saryn Thur’ryndil, Prince of Talimdryl,” Saryn said. “I come bearing information and gifts, but first, I would like to talk about the trade deals between you and the dwarves.”
“You have no bargaining power here,” the king said. “Second of all, you are no longer the Prince of Talimdryl since you murdered your father. Guards, detain these barbarous fools!”
The guards unsheathe their swords, slowly walking up to the group.
“Well, I’m sorry that you are being fed the wrong information,” Saryn said.
“Is that so?” The king replied, his eyebrows raising. “Wait, I want to hear what he has to say,” the king said as he held up his hand, stopping the guards’ movement towards the group.
“Yes, and I will clear it all up after we talk about the trade deal between you and dwarves,” Saryn said.
“The Elves of Tir’lon will not associate with the likes of the Dwarves ever again,” the king said. “They have stolen from me too many times already. My trusted advisor here caught them giving us less than what we paid for.”
“Your “trusted” advisor has been stealing from you ever since she took over the trade routes,” Saryn said, his eyes taking in the woman who must be Arlena.
“Those are bold accusations without any proof being given,” the king said. “Do you have proof?”
“Yes,” Saryn said, as he nodded to Har’thon.
As Har’thon began to whisper into his hand, the king’s eyes widened and the woman, Arlena, sprang into a ready stance, her shield and sword up. The king hid behind the female as she sprung into a ready stance, thrusting her shield and her sword up.
“Guards!” the king shouted.
The guards continued to movement towards the group.
As Har’thon finished his incantations, the woman’s sword, shield, and her armor began to transform back into the ore that they were made with. A strangled sound escaped her mouth, and her hands went to her throat as she began to gag, throwing herself onto the ground, chunks of ore falling of her mouth.
Bending down to look at the ore, the king said with discontent, “This is dwarven ore. We only use it for our buildings and tools, not our armaments,” The king said. “Arlena, what is the meaning of this?!”
“King Sylluin, this is...trickery of the worst kind of magic,” Arlena said once she’d stopped throwing up ore. “They are framing me for something that you know I wouldn’t do.”
“Trickery? This is very basic magic used to deconstruct items to its very basic level,” Har’thon said as he started to giggle with amusement. “I just added a little something extra for the little scoundrel.”
“Arlena, I can’t believe you would cheat our people including me,” King Sylluin said, disappointment plain across his features.
“If you hadn’t been too cheap to replace our weapons, I wouldn’t have had to take matters into my own hands,” Arlena said ferociously.
The king’s eyes hardened and he motioned to the guards with a nod. “You will not see the light of day ever again. Guards take her away,” The king said as two guards pulled Arlena to her feet. Turning his attention back to the four of them, the king said, “Thank you for exposing a thief in our midst. It seems I’ve made a mistake in mistrusting the dwarves, and I will re-establish their trade routes. You said that you have information for me.”
“Yes, but first things first, we offer a gift as a token of friendship,” Saryn said. “Everything is outside if you would follow me.”
Saryn made his way outside, the others following. Saryn nodded to the guards standing at attention, then pulled goes into the cart pulling out the four-foot wooden grip from the cart.
“I would like to gift this to you,” Saryn said, handing it to King Sylluin.
“What is it?” King Sylluin said. “It looks very old and unique.”
“This is the famed Glaive of Aurora,” Selene said.
“Really?” King Sylluin said.
“Yes,” Selene said.
“Seliniakí Mamalu,” King Sylluin said, and the ethereal blade magically appeared on the grip.
Everyone’s expressions change as they witnessed the partial effect of the blade’s power.
“Ua maeʻa le finagalo o Aurora eínai plíris gia tóra,” King Sylluin said as the blade turned back to normal. “Amazing this weapon is. How did you come by this weapon, if I may ask?”
“My father told me that the weapon has been in our family for over three hundred years,” Saryn said.
“Ah, thank you gift, but I have no need for material gifts anymore. My eyes have only been set on establishing more trade routes for some time now. They will be the future of economy,” King Sylluin said as he handed the weapon back to Saryn. “What information do you have for me?”
“Dir’lunde is in grave danger,” Saryn said. “You heard that I killed my father. The truth is, I was framed for my father’s death by my brother. He has been plotting with the dark mage, Mirla, sometime before our mother was killed ten years ago. He tried to frame me for that as well,” Saryn said. “He told me of their plans, which includes expanding outward until all of Dir’lunde is under their control.”
“Mirla?” King Sylluin said, shaking his head. “She’s been dead for two hundred years.”
“Somehow, she was brought back to life. She’s already destroyed all of Zionia,” Selene said. “I bear witnessed to its destruction.”
“Zionia?” The king said with a puzzled look upon his face. “I thought that place was just folklore.”
“She even killed Prince Belmyr, son of Thurdren,” Beleryn said. “We all witnessed this.”
“Anyone who stands in her way from conquering this land will die,” Saryn said. “All trade would end along with the economy. The life you live now will change forever if you decide to not join the fight.”
“The Centaurs will automatically fight once they know of this truth,” King Sylluin said, horror filling his eyes. “I will inform the Centaurs of this then we can discuss if we will join.”
“Just be ready,” Saryn said. “She will raise not only the army of the underworld but also her master if he hasn’t already been risen. We will face an army that not many are used to fighting.”
“I understand,” King Sylluin said. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
“Lord Saryn,” a thunderous voice called out, the sound reverberating in Saryn’s chest. He looked around as a massive shadow covered the platform. Looking up, he recognized Bavarax and Narziros, and with them a huge dragon.
Sharathyr, the Guardian of the Cosmos,” King Sylluin said, cowering behind Saryn. “Sister to Norrinth and Rallizir. This is definitely not a good omen at all.”
Sharathyr, Bavarax, and Narziros landed on the platform.
“Bavarax?!” Saryn said. “You look better than you did back at the Dwarf Kingdom.”
“I feel like a youngling too,” Bavarax chuckled.
“If we didn’t get to Vraax when we did, Bavarax wouldn’t have made it,” Narziros said.
“You know these Drakkons?” King Sylluin said.
“Yes, Bavarax was gravely injured by Mirla after he tried to save Belmyr,” Saryn said, turning his head to him.
“Unfortunately, this is true,” Bavarax said. “I tried to save them and only managed to save the youngest. Saryn, I would like you to meet Sharathyr. She is one of the elders of our race.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sharathyr,” Saryn said, bowing to the dragon.
“Likewise,” Sharathyr said, bowing her head. “Your presence is being requested by the Vraaxian High Council; we have come to take you there.”
“So, the Daekar have decided to join the war as well,” King Sylluin said.
“We are leaning that way, but we have not fully decided. Norrinth and the rest of the Vraaxian High Council have matters to discuss with Saryn before they make their final decision,” Sharathyr replied. “However, if that sways your decision then think of joining the war as a favor of mine to the many that you owe me.”
“I will place that highly into consideration,” King Sylluin said. “Saryn, I have many things to ponder and the Centaurs to inform. I bid farewell for now,” King Sylluin said as he shook his hand before taking his leave.
“Until we meet again,” Saryn said, peering at the king. He moved his head back at the towering dragon before him. “Why did you try to sway the king’s favor to join us when you barely know me?” Saryn said.
“You see, child of Xae’la, Bavarax and Narziros have informed me about the kind of person and leader that you are. They would proudly lay their lives for you on the battlefield. For a daekar to say this, means that they have trust, respect, and faith in you.”
“Bavarax and Narziros, it means a lot to me to hear these words,” Saryn said.
“Those words have been well earned,” Bavarax said. “We must go before we hold up the Council any longer.”
“I agree,” Sharathyr said. “We will travel with you since you will need us to take down the barrier that protects our land.”
A few hours pass as they arrive to the shore-line. Sharathyr pressed her hand forward on the air and the air around them shimmered. An opal bridge and sapphire crystals formed out of the changing of the scenery. The five elves looked upon the land with awe like innocent children. The group rode across the bridge, heading for the massive land mass as Sharathyr closed the magical veil. After several minutes, they arrived to the entrance of the city, welcomed by the Drakkons guarding the open door. They are first met by shops of crafters, who can be seen tinkering with their creations. As they near closer and closer to the temple, the Daekar stop what they are doing and fly toward the temple.
“Hey, that’s Sir Gregory’s horse,” Saryn said.
“Which means Sir Gregory and Persephiel are still here,” Beleryn said.
“He waits for you at the temple so you will have to leave your cart here,” Sharathyr said. “I can take three with me. Saryn, would you, Selene, and Beleryn like to hop on?”
“Would you like to?” Saryn said to Selene.
“I’ve never ridden a dragon before,” Selene said, eyeing Sharathyr warily. “Does it hurt?”
“If you sit on a horn,” Sharathyr said as she laughed.
“Oh,” Selene said, looking worried.
“I’m halfway joking,” Sharathyr said. “You will be safe; I can assure you of that.”
“Okay,” Selene said, turning to Saryn. “I would like to do it, Saryn.”
Sharathyr lowered her right side to them, and Selene crawled up first, followed by Saryn and Beleryn.
“Hold onto my horns,” Sharathyr said. “They will help you from sliding off.”
Selene grabbed on, and Saryn reached around to hold her waist as Beleryn hopped on, sitting behind Saryn while fiercely grabbing onto a couple of Sharathyr’s horns. Without warning, Sharathyr launched into the air, the force of it pushing Saryn into Beleryn. He heard a muffled “oomph” from behind him and hoped his friend was okay.
“Oh, that was fun,” Selene said as they landed, her cheeks bright.
“I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself,” Sharathyr said as she laughed a little, walking towards the entrance. “Follow me.”
Everyone followed her into the temple. The lights on the hallways were lit as they made their way to where the Vraaxian High Council and Daekar alike waited for their arrival. Sir Gregory and Persephiel turn to see the group walking in. Sharathyr laid down gracefully in front of a gold and white dragon.
“Let’s start with introductions. My name is Lord Norrinth, The Enlightened One,” the gold and white dragon said.
“I am Lord Grildar, Guardian of the Gifted,” a green and silver Dragon said.
“I am Lady Nienzir, Guardian of the Sacred Stones,” a blue crystal-encrusted Dragon said.
“I am Lady Tyrsantir, Guardian of the Sacred Light,” an iridescent and black Dragon said.
“I am Lord Drexel, Guardian of the Skies,” a blue and gold Dragon said.
“I am Lord Fafnir, Guardian of the Elements,” a red and gold Dragon said.
“I am Lady Mynndra, Guardian of the Sacred Law,” a black and gold Dragon said.
“Thank you, fellow brothers and sisters,” Norrinth said, turning his head to each side. “Now, you must be Saryn Thur’ryndil, son of Vel’dryn Thur’ryndil. Am I correct?”
“Yes, I am,” Saryn said, stepping in front of the group.
“Will you introduce the other members of your group,” Norrinth said.
After Saryn made the introductions, Norrinth said, “The same Har’thon Farstride, who revolted against your grandfather, King Val’duin, due to his tyrannical rule and was imprisoned because of it?”
“Indeed, Lord Norrinth,” Har’thon said, stepping up before bowing his head respectfully. “I was the court advisor to King Val’duin.”
“Tragic history revolving around Talimdryl,” Norrinth said.
“The Great Vraaxian High Council,” Saryn said. “All of us here have lost someone near and dear to us, which is why we all banded together to rid the world of this plague that haunts it.”
“I see,” the members of the Vraaxian High Council said in unison.
“What of Zineus’s power do you possess?” Sharathyr said. “You have absorbed a portion of his power and have been using it with disregard to its unrelenting darkness. You are aware that his power changed who you are during your first encounter with the Dwarves. Am I mistaken?”
“No, you are not,” Saryn said. “I was angry that I had lost many younglings. I used the power to escape Talimdryl and Brehling when it was most crucial. After my last use of it, its darkness tried to overtake me. When I was healed from it, I vowed to myself never to use it again.”
“How will you make sure that you are not tempted to use it again?” Lady Tyrsantir said.
“I have my friends here to help me stay on the path if I were to ever veer off,” Saryn said, raising his head. “However, I am making a vow to the Vraaxian High Council that if I were to use the power again, to judge me accordingly. I understand that I am the master of my own destiny but that I am also the only one responsible for my actions, both good and bad.”
“We have heard everything that we have needed to hear,” Norrinth said. “To the members of the Vraaxian High Council, do we send forth our aid in the war to come? I say aye.”
“Aye,” Lady Nienzir said.
“Aye,” Lord Drexel said.
“Aye,” Lord Grildar said.
“Aye,” Lady Mynndra said.
“Aye,” Lord Fafnir said.
“It has been decided,” Norrinth said. “We will send forth our help but you must help us as well.”
“How can we assist?” Saryn said.
“While the world lies unbalanced, we cannot fully operate without the angels,” Norrinth said. “We do not have the full power to fight this war without their help.”
“What should we do?” Saryn said.
“Because Zionia has been tainted by the spill of angel blood, we ask that you visit the high council in Zion,” Norrinth said. “Without them, we cannot be complete. Persephiel is the only one left who knows how to get there, but she will need the help of others.”
“I see,” Saryn said. “We agree to help.”
“Go now for time is of the essence,” Norrinth said.
“There is a secret portal room that the high council always took in order to get orders from Zion,” Persephiel said. “That is the only way there.”
“Bavarax and Narziros will go with you to Zion and Sharathyr has elected that she would like to go as well on my behalf.”
Sharathyr rose from her spot and led them outside.
“Time is of the essence, so we’ll have to fly, which means no cart and no horses. Do you have everything you need?” Sharathyr said.
Saryn checked his weapons and his vials, then nodded. He saw Selene also patting her staff.
“We can bring everything in the cart with the pack from my shop. I also suggest you take that crystal,” Har’thon said, looking at Selene.
Selene nodded in response.
“Hop on,” Sharathyr said, lowering her right side down for Selene, Saryn, and Beleryn to climb up. Bavarax, Narziros, and Persephiel extended their wings, each carrying the remaining people.
When they landed next to the cart, Selene climbed down and fished the Lemurian Diamond out of the pack. As soon as she touched it, it started glowing blue.
Saryn tilted his head, wondering at its glow. “It has never done that when I held it,” Saryn said. “Why now?”
“May we inspect it?” Sharathyr and Persephiel said.
“Of course,” Selene said as she handed the crystal to Persephiel.
As soon as she touched the crystal, the blue glow faded away. “Funny,” Persephiel said as she spun the crystal as the crystal’s blue glow completely faded away. “Humor me, Har’thon,” Persephiel said, handing the crystal to him. “Will you hold this for me, please?”
“Sure,” Har’thon said, taking the stone in his right hand. “Nothing. This doesn’t make sense at all unless...,” Har’thon looked up, his mouth opened in shock as he handed the crystal back to Selene. It began to glow once more as her hand wrapped around the earthly object. “This can’t be true.”
Both Persephiel and Sharathyr nod to him before bowing their heads as they knelt down in front of Selene.
“Some artifacts contain a part of a person’s soul like that glaive in Saryn’s possession. It will only glow a certain color when that person touches their own artifact,” Sharathyr said as she knelt down as well as Har’thon, Sir Gregory, Bavarax, and Narziros knelt down as well. “Selene is the reincarnation of Xae‘la Tirrem, the mother of all magic. Mother to all magical races of Dir’lunde. Our mother is back from the heavens.”
Selene became overwhelmed by everyone kneeling for her. She didn’t understand how she could be Xae’la even with the evidence that she held in her hand. She was nowhere near the level of magic that Xae’la was born with. Even her father outmatched the skill of hers.
Hopping up, Har’thon opened his pack and snapped his fingers, everything in the cart lifted up and moved into the pack. “Once we arrive to the temple, I will have to have Selene stay behind so I can teach her everything that I know. She will need everything in those books,” Har’thon said as he grabbed the lone pack in the cart.
“That will take a lot of time to do,” Selene said. “I don’t think we will have that much time to utilize.”
“There is a room in Zion dedicated to learning where time is slowed down and learning is sped up,” Persephiel said. “It’ll feel like hundreds of years have passed by but in reality, it only took a few days will have gone by.”
“Do we have that kind of time though?” Selene said.
“We will have to,” Persephiel said. “If we’re going to beat Mirla, we need everything we have, to dispose of her and allies.”
“I agree,” Sharathyr said.
“Then that is what we will have to do,” Har’thon replied.
***
By the time they arrived to Zionia, Saryn was ready to be on solid ground once again. All thoughts of his comfort fled him. However, as the once-heavenly sight of Zionia came into view. The famed city was nothing but a pile of rubble.
“This is terrible,” Sharathyr gasped, her tone filled with horror as she landed. After everyone dismounted, she changed into her human form. A ravishing, young human female with raven black hair in her late twenties.
“Yes, Mirla is relentless in taking our kind out,” Persephiel said as they landed at the temple.
They followed Persephiel into the temple. Pictures of Loriel and Xae’la in their final moments adorned the walls. Selene now knowing the truth began to look at this image with a different understanding. A feeling of contentment and sadness filled her being.
“Here we are,” Persephiel said, placing her hand on a wall and pushed. The wall broke under pressure and a giant portal opened up. They could see a room on the other side.