Intermission: Religion

Religion, a concept meant to provide solace, guidance, and moral compass to humanity, has too

often been tarnished by the very institutions that claim to uphold its virtues. The corruption

within religious institutions, particularly churches, is a stain on the noble principles that many

faiths profess. The misappropriation of power, wealth, and influence within these hallowed halls

of worship has led to a betrayal of the trust that believers place in their religious leaders.

History is marred with examples of how religious differences have been exploited to justify wars

and bloodshed. The pages of time are stained with the blood of those who perished in the name

of conflicting doctrines. Instead of being a source of unity, religion has been a catalyst for

division, sparking conflicts that have torn societies apart. The irony is glaring - doctrines that

preach love, compassion, and understanding have been used as fuel for hatred and violence.

Religious persecution has forced countless individuals to flee their homes, seeking refuge from

the oppressive grip of dogma. The very institutions that claim to be the bearers of salvation have

often been the architects of exile, casting out those who dared to question or held beliefs deemed

heretical. The history of religious exile is a tale of human suffering, with communities torn apart,

families separated, and lives shattered by the intolerance that festers within the heart of religious

institutions.

Equally troubling is the role that religion has played in hindering scientific progress. Throughout

history, dogmatic beliefs have stifled the pursuit of knowledge, condemning those who sought to

explore the mysteries of the universe. Galileo's persecution by the Catholic Church for asserting

heliocentrism and the infamous trial of John Scopes for teaching evolution are poignant

examples of how religious orthodoxy has hindered the advancement of human understanding.

The intertwining of religion with political power has further exacerbated these issues. The

unholy alliance between church and state has often led to the erosion of individual freedoms and

the imposition of regressive laws based on religious doctrines. The separation of church and

state, a fundamental principle in many secular societies, is a response to the historical abuses of

power that have occurred when religious institutions are given authority over the affairs of the

state.

It is essential to acknowledge the positive aspects of religion, the comfort it brings to many, the

sense of community it fosters, and the moral guidance it provides. However, it is equally crucial

to confront the darker aspects, the corruption within religious institutions, the bloodshed caused

by religious conflicts, the displacement of people in the name of faith, and the hindrance of

scientific progress. Only through a critical examination of these issues can we hope to build a

world where religious beliefs coexist with tolerance, understanding, and a commitment to the

common good.

Chapter 15: Switching sides

Thorne led me down a dim and damp corridor, separate from the cells I had been held in. As we

moved through the narrow passageway, I couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were.

Upon entering another hall, I found my friends, Drury, Silvia, and Sylas, each confined in their

own cells. These cells differed significantly from the cold, iron-barred ones we were accustomed

to. They had wooden furniture, padded chairs, and unexpected ornate decorations that contrasted

with their grim surroundings.

Drury was seated in a plush chair, and his expression shifted from surprise to relief when he saw

me. "You're here," he said, a mixture of emotions in his voice.

Thorne, flanked by a pair of heavily armed guards, invited us to join him in his study. His

interest in our company intrigued us, but the presence of the guards made it clear that we were

not in control of the situation. Despite the uncertainty, we followed him into the study, with a

mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Thorne's study was a room filled with grandeur. Its walls were adorned with paintings and maps,

and the shelves held countless volumes of knowledge. A large wooden desk stood at the center,

covered with a variety of parchments, scrolls, and arcane instruments. He waved for us to take

seats on the richly upholstered chairs and divans that filled the room.

As we settled into our seats, Thorne began to explain his vision, his voice carrying a tone of

intense conviction. We listened; our eyes fixed on the intriguing individual who had just placed

us in a most unusual situation.

Thorne's vision was not limited to the confines of his study. He spoke passionately about his

beliefs and what he intended to achieve. He began with a critique of the current state of the

world, blaming the rulers, the churches, and the oppressive systems for stifling progress and

suppressing the potential of magic. He painted a picture of a society where magic was embraced,

and its potential was realized. He argued that magic could be a force for good, transcending the

conventional beliefs of right and wrong, and that it should be harnessed for the betterment of all.

He believed that magic should not be bound by arbitrary restrictions or judged solely on its

origin. His face lit up with enthusiasm as he described his dream of a world where people could

harness the power of magic without fear of persecution. He even went so far as to suggest that

we, like him, were bound by an unyielding loyalty to this vision, a loyalty that transcended the

labels of "forbidden" or "taboo."

As he spoke, I couldn't help but wonder about his own motivations and what exactly he intended

to do with our group. His ideals were captivating, but the means he might employ to achieve

them remained unclear. Thorne was a complex figure, and his vision was both inspiring and

unsettling, leaving us with many questions and a growing sense of unease about our predicament.

Thorne took his leave and his men with him. We took a long silence before any of us could say a

word.

In the dimly lit study, Drury seemed almost entranced by the wealth of knowledge that

surrounded him. He looked up from the books, his eyes shining with a peculiar determination.

"I've spent my life seeking forbidden magic and understanding the mysteries of this world.

Thorne may have the answers I've been searching for. I... I'm willing to go with him if it means

gaining that knowledge."

Silvia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Drury, are you out of your mind? You'd join a man who's

plotting to overthrow the king, not to mention practicing forbidden magic?"

Sylas shared Silvia's concerns. "We've seen what this pursuit of power can lead to. Remember

the Bunyip? Do you really want to go down that path, Drury?"

I remained silent for a moment, struggling with the choices before us. Drury's insatiable thirst for

knowledge was undeniable, but the risks were too great. I finally spoke up, my voice filled with

conviction. "We've been through too much together to let this knowledge divide us. We must

find a way to use our abilities for good and prevent conflict, not fuel it."

Drury's eyes met mine, his internal struggle clear. The weight of our decision hung heavily in the

air, and our next steps were more uncertain than ever.

Drury fixed his gaze on me, his voice soft yet persuasive. "You know, my love, we've always

pushed the boundaries of magic. Imagine the possibilities if we could harness Thorne's

knowledge. We could achieve great things, help people, and make the world a better place. I

can't ignore that potential."

I felt the warmth of his hand on mine, his fingers gently squeezing mine. It was a familiar touch,

one that always softened my resolve. His words stirred my heart, reminding me of the countless

times we had shared our dreams and desires. Drury's passionate persuasion had its effect on me. I

considered the possibilities and the allure of gaining such vast knowledge, not just for ourselves

but for the betterment of the world. Drury and I had always been driven by our desire to expand

our magical prowess, and this was an opportunity that was hard to resist.

I turned to Silvia and Sylas, who stood with a mixture of disbelief and concern. "I'm sorry," I

said, my voice filled with regret. "I have to follow Drury on this path. I hope you both find safety

and happiness at home."

As I declared my decision to join Drury in his quest for knowledge under Thorne's guidance, a

heavy silence hung in the air. Silvia and Sylas stared at us, their expressions filled with disbelief

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Silvia, her voice trembling, implored, "Are you sure about this? The path we're heading down—

it's unknown and dangerous."

Sylas added, "We wanted to return home, but not like this. Not divided like this. You're like

family to us."

Drury's demeanor grew colder and more unforgiving. He accused Silvia and Sylas of betrayal,

his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "You are traitors, choosing to abandon our

cause for safety."

Tears welled up in Silvia's eyes as she turned away. Sylas clenched her fists in frustration, her

disappointment evident.

Drury, resolute in his decision, called for Thorne's men to re-enter the room. When they returned,

he spoke firmly, "We've made our choice. Silvia and Sylas are leaving."

The guards, obedient to Thorne's commands, nodded in understanding. They escorted Silvia and

Sylas out of the castle, ensuring their safe departure. The weight of the moment bore heavily

upon us, knowing that we were now committed to a path that held both promise and peril.

Thorne, wearing a satisfied smile, entered the room, his demeanor exuding contentment.

"Welcome to the Sworn," he greeted us warmly. "We'll hold a ceremony in your honor

tomorrow. But for now, a guard will accompany you to your quarters."

We followed the guard to our new lodgings, the weight of our decision pressing upon us as we

contemplated the path we had chosen, alongside the enigmatic Thorne and his loyal followers.

Our room was modest and unassuming, yet it exuded an air of comfort and simplicity. The walls

were adorned with wooden panels that gave it a rustic charm. A small window allowed the soft

daylight to filter in, illuminating the space with a warm, inviting glow. There were twin beds

with clean, neatly arranged linens, separated by a small wooden table upon which rested a vase

of freshly picked wildflowers. It was a place where we could find respite from the turmoil

outside and reflect on the choices we had made.

Drury's quick thinking and resourcefulness always brought a smile to my face. As he pushed the

beds together to create a larger sleeping area, I couldn't help but chuckle at his determination to

make the best of our situation. In this small, cozy room, his actions reminded me of the bond we

shared and the adventures we had experienced together. It was a lighthearted moment amidst the

uncertainty of our new path with the Sworn.

A firm knock echoed through the room, signaling our invitation to dine with Thorne. Drury and I

exchanged a quick look, the unspoken agreement clear. We couldn't refuse this invitation; we

needed to play our part in this charade. We followed the guard down the torchlit corridors to join

Thorne for dinner. Our makeshift bed and the laughter it had brought were left behind, as we

stepped into an uncertain future.

We entered the grand hall, its vastness and magnificence hard to ignore. The cavernous space

was illuminated by a sea of candles hanging from ornate chandeliers. The walls were adorned

with tapestries depicting scenes of great battles, kings and queens, and the rise of Thorne

himself. Long wooden tables stretched across the hall, packed with men in dark armor, their

voices echoing through the chamber.

At the front of the hall, on a raised platform, stood the grand table. Thorne occupied the center

seat, his presence commanding attention. Flanking him were two other high-ranking members of

the Sworn, all wearing intricate black armor that bore the emblem of their faction.

As we made our way toward the table, the eyes of the seated men followed us. Whispers and

hushed conversations ceased as they turned their attention to the newcomers, their expressions a

mix of curiosity and judgment. Two empty seats awaited us, positioned beside Thorne, a silent

invitation to join their ranks in the impending ceremony.

Thorne gestured to the individuals seated at the grand table, introducing them one by one with an

air of pride and authority.

"To my left," he began, indicating the man sitting opposite me, "is Captain Vaelar. He leads our

most formidable warriors in the heat of battle and has never known defeat."

Captain Vaelar nodded with a stern expression, his eyes focused and intense.

"On my right," Thorne continued, "is Captain Rhydan. He oversees our intelligence and strategy,

a mastermind with an uncanny ability to outmaneuver our foes."

Captain Rhydan offered a tight-lipped smile, exuding an air of shrewdness.

"Then, of course, we have Drury, who I understand has recently joined our cause. A scholar and

wielder of forbidden magic, he brings knowledge and power to our ranks."

Thorne's introduction of Drury was met with a murmur of interest from the gathered captains and

soldiers. Drury, sitting at the far end from me, appeared pleased with the recognition.

As the meal was served, I couldn't help but notice Captain Rhydan engaged in a lively

conversation with Drury. Laughter echoed through the hall as the atmosphere became more

relaxed, and it seemed like the Sworn officers were enjoying Drury's company. However, I still

couldn't catch the specifics of their discussion over the hubbub of the grand hall.

Vaelar turned to me with curiosity in his eyes. "So, how did you end up delving into soul magic?

It's a rather rare and unique choice."

I looked at Thorne briefly, noting his attention, and replied, "Well, it's a long story, but it started

with my initial training as a healer. Life threw me some unexpected turns, and I found myself

pushed into the world of magic. My affinity for soul magic developed from there."

Thorne continued to focus on his own conversation, giving no indication of his thoughts, though his

attentive demeanor didn't go unnoticed.

I continued my story, deliberately leaving out the part about the time mage, and focused on our

journey through the Veilstrike Abyss, training, and bonding as a group. Vaelar listened intently,

nodding along as I spoke.

Dinner continued for some time with various courses and desserts. Thorne introduced us to

several up-and-coming soldiers, clearly trying to showcase the Sworn's strength and unity. I

couldn't help but wonder about his intentions in parading us around like this.

Drury and I walked back to our room in silence. I couldn't shake the concern I had for Sylas and

Silvia. I finally broke the silence, saying, "Drury, I can't help but worry about them. They're our

friends, and they've left."

Drury's response was surprisingly cold. "They made their choice, and it's not our concern. We're

on a path to knowledge and power, and nothing should stand in our way."

Drury's response left me shaken. I couldn't help but feel there should be a line he was unwilling

to cross in the pursuit of knowledge, but it seemed like he was willing to go to great lengths for

it.

I couldn't help but dwell on Drury's obsession with the time mage and his secretive conversations

with Rhydan. Doubts crept into my mind. Had he really let go of his fascination, or was he

keeping secrets from me? What did they discuss that he wasn't willing to share?

In our room, with the tension still lingering between us, I couldn't shake my concerns about

Drury's conversation with Rhydan. With a concerned tone, I asked, "Drury, are you absolutely

sure that's all you two talked about? You seemed rather cozy with him back there."

Drury let out a deep sigh, clearly annoyed by my persistent questioning. "I already told you; it

was nothing more than stories of battles and some chatter about our journeys. You're

overthinking it."

My unease was growing, but I decided to press further. "But what about Thorne's true intentions?

Rhydan must have had some insights into that, right?"

Drury shrugged dismissively. "Rhydan didn't say much about that. Maybe he doesn't know

either. Regardless, it's not our concern. We should focus on our path and the knowledge we can

gain."

I wanted to trust him, but the uneasiness in my gut remained. Drury's evasiveness left me feeling

like there were secrets lurking in the shadows, and I couldn't help but worry about the choices we

were making.

As we lay in the dimly lit room, the tension hung heavily in the air. Drury and I shared the same

bed, but there was a growing emotional distance between us. I couldn't help but feel the weight

of our first real fight. A solitary tear rolled down my cheek, and in the darkness, I silently

questioned the path we had chosen and the secrets that had now come between us. The future felt

uncertain, and it was difficult to find solace in our once unwavering bond.