Terra Histories

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Knight In White Satin - a note

Okay so some have been waiting a long time for me to do this and with everything going on with me right now. Accordingly, getting this story re-written (in some parts) and transcribed in others has simply been slow. However I offer to everyone reading/following to go ahead and enjoy what I have so far. Every chapter posted I welcome discussion, comments etc.

I have had to re-write some parts of this simply because I have done some name changes from the original version and frankly there were some parts that I felt were absolute trash, but only because it pulls away from the actual story too much. Once you get through with chapter 2, I am pretty sure I am going to get some hate comments, but its the way the story flows :)

This next part applies to both books; if there is something you want to know more about or need more description on, please post up (no Heather you cant find out about Amadagu's staff yet). In some cases I will expand for you and in others I will let you know that I can't as well... you will find out at the end of this book why I can't/wont/aint gonna tell ya... YET :)

If you can find it in your heart to forgive me for taking so long, stick with it and you will be rewarded. So, for your enjoyment I offer you the prologue, chapter 1 and chapter 2 of Terra: Knight in White Satin here http://terrahistoriesii.blogspot.com/

Monday, June 21, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

And book two begins

While I haven't posted the prologue yet (I will likely do so Sunday or Monday), I invite everyone here to join the second blog :)

By all means join me as I continue the tale: http://terrahistoriesii.blogspot.com/

Saturday, June 19, 2010

A thank you to all

I want to thank everyone for your support. I have a few particular things to say and yeah I can get a bit corney.

It is odd to give thanks to someone that isn't here and likely has no idea this is up here, but sometimes you just have to do the right thing. Sharon, I thank you for being there when I wrote my first story. History being what it is, I do know that was the start for me.

Ms. Mach (another person not here and likely has no worldly idea this is up), my 7th grade english and home room teacher. Read my very first book and told me I should never quit writing.

My children, my life and inspiration in all things. You will never know how much you keep this old man going.

Claire for pushing, Dana for cheering me on, John for trying (even if you didn't read it all) Tim for letting me vent, Heather for often helping the 'Old Man of the Sea' see a bit more clearly, Mike for just being yourself and any other friend I didn't mention for going ahead and letting me be me, even when it was painful for you. I appreciate it more than I could express.

Last and certainly not least my dear beloved wife Eva. In all my life with all you have put up with, you never cease to love me, support me and remain my number one fan. In a dozen lifetimes I could never repay or think to ask for anyone as great and wonderful as you. This first book in the saga is 100% for you. I love you forever.

I am going to continue with the next book where you can her more about Elidra, Delvakhan, Amadagu, Tagor, Mora, Jade, Joliel and what happens to baby Khelidra!

Onward to the next book! :)

Chapter Twenty Two

Beyond the Witches of Sarna and personal guards that surrounded him, Joliel could feel the waves of magic on the battlefield. He fought the annoyance of not feeling it the same way he previously could. No longer could he drop into the mystical and see the fibers and strands of power flowing in and out of everything. The Seom learned quickly the powers given to him by the Methulas’ blood were a far cry different than what was naturally his. It made no matter, he would wipe them all from the battle and then let his demons do the rest while he healed himself more and prepared the way for Rhiya.

Reaching the battle the witches told him of, he could sense the old power of Amadagu. Much to his surprise he could also sense a magic almost as old yet faint and very powerful. Several places he found small pools or splatters of blood. With the exception of the bodies the witches had killed, the blood tasted of magic as he brought it to his lips and tongue; witches blood each of them. Joliel breathed deep to keep his rising frustration from boiling over as he head already began to pound.

Thankfully the sun was high as mid day and most of the chill of the day was gone, allowing him to concentrate more. Using the blood of the southern soldiers, Joliel infused it with magic and watched it flow into one of the dead soldiers. Immediately the soldier cried out and opened his eyes.

“You are known in the darkness Seom of Rhiya, why have you interrupted the journey.” A voice distant and strong spoke forward.

“I seek Minoc great keeper of the Dark Gates, my blood and his are the same.” Joliel spoke calmly. Those with him immediately made a circle around him turning their backs from his work.

“You no longer can move freely, what do you offer for this passage?” The voice questioned.

“I have used the blood of my enemy seeking my destruction, defeated in battle on my behalf.” Brightly the glyph on his stomach began to glow as did the blood still upon his fingers.

“Your time is short, but your name is known and thus your passage is accepted.” The voice faded away as did the world as it finished.

Darkness beyond words he could fathom, yet always comforting to him, Joliel moved the familiar steps that would leave him to the lingering essences of his ancestors. Violent, cruel and quick to anger, many times he walked away with less than he started of his own physical blood. He remained confident with this mission, they would receive him well.

The swelling of fire, bluish and blinding marked the pathway he needed to take. Passing easily through the barrier, he felt his surroundings grow cold as it seemed to grab him by his throat. Minoc had indeed responded.

“Great warrior of Rhiya, I some seeking a pathway and guide to the one you know as Amadagu, disciple of Xhuri and bane to Rhiya.” Joliel felt the air shudder and spit violently through him.

“Speak such a foul name again and you will not leave this place bloodline.” A gruff voice swirled and took form before him.

Minoc was a hulking man, clearly a vision of his original demonic heritage. Skin seemed to threaten to burst forth from their containing of massive muscles and bones. Even his residual image was imposing and its power was almost suffocating. Joliel refused to look away as the fiery eyes peered deep into seemingly searching for something.

“I will do this for you, but you will do something for me as well. Agreed?” Minoc questioned as a smile seemed to form on his vaporous lips.

“Of course Minoc.” Joliel answered quickly. In this place he was unsure of what he could do. In all that he read, those in the darkness were trapped there for failing in their service.

“Use the blood of the druid you carry on you and summon this essence back to form. My service to Rhiya is incomplete and my vengeance must be delivered. Do this for me and I will reveal Amadagu to you.” Minoc gave his demands.

“I do not have his blood yet mighty one.” Joliel answered in confusion.

Roaring loudly a massive hand began crushing his throat. “You would lie to me and deny me while you wish something from me!” Minoc roared again as he pulled a pouch from Joliel’s side.

“But mighty one…” Joliel choked behind the pressure of the hand. “That is the blood of a woman and not the druid.”

Instantly he was released as Minoc burst into laughter and tossed the mystical image of the bag back to Joliel.

“That woman is of his bloodline and ours. His essence is still tied to it you fool.” Minoc once again moved closed to Joliel as he continued to cough in recovery. “You must agree to our terms.”

Joliel could feel himself slipping away from the darkness. In pinpoint spots, sunlight began to push the darkness back. The image of Minoc was fading before him. Before the darkness was completely gone, Joliel yelled out his agreement.

Dropping his head to the cold ground, Joliel violently vomited bile and a strange black fluid. Previously to his battle with the Timewalker, he could at will enter the darkness to traverse the land or seek answers beyond his physical world’s ability. Never had it been violent or caused such a reaction. Understanding the process only caused him more frustration. With his nature magic gone, he was intruding on the mystical darkness; he was no longer part of it.

Wondering if Minoc had heard his agreement, Joliel was distracted by the suddenly shaking of the ground. Directly before him, the ground split and hissed causing those creating his protective circle to quickly move out of the way. Although it was not large, the split shot in a direction back toward the line of Rhiyan troops. Minoc had indeed heard his agreement. Jumping to his feet, Joliel almost ran following the crack; he was being pointed to the Timewalker.

****

“Notify the Baron I am escorting these men back to their lands. I expect an escort through Tova and all the way down the mountain path.” Elidra spoke directly to the Rakshar that barred their way. “You would do well to recognize I am still your Empress.”

Immediately the guard ran off and within moment, Baron Burakani arrived in haste. Taking a moment to look out over the surprising number of armed men from Keybridge as well as Rakshar lesser military leaders, Burakani frowned at Elidra.

“They would serve better to protect this city. If it falls, our lands on the other side of Dragonspine will be easy targets.” Burakani stated with a tone of bitterness.

“These men and woman have made their choice. Any that wish to stay in Tova will be allowed such. The rest are aware of what the Ministry is doing and want to protect and help their lands.” Elidra stated loudly for all to hear. “As their Empress, my personal contingent and I will lead them to the lines and hope we can break through. If we can, they will be free to join the King of South or follow me to the Pikes.”

“The Pikes? Why the Pikes?” Burakani asked in surprise. “There is nothing safe there Elidra.”

“Because I wish to go there. If we can break through the Rhiyan line, I have earned that right.” Escort these men Baron while I gather my daughter.” Waving to her contingent of guards, she moved quickly past the Baron and almost ran into the main hall of the royal court yard.

“If you wish to stay here, you are welcome and will need to wait in the courtyard. Those of you following the Empress, come with me.”

With a sigh, Burakani moved the people through the city toward the massive gates that lead to the descending path from Tova.

****

“Keep pushing!” Mora called out as she stood shoulder to shoulder with the young King of the South. Far ahead of them Delvakhan could see Amadagu continue to use his powers to push and slaughter those that would form a flank and trap them in the middle of the Rhiyan forces.

Shoving Mora away, Delvakhan slapped a spear to the ground and drove his sword into the neck of the attacker. Withdrawing it and swinging as Mora had taught him he used his momentum to roll along the falling dead attacker to strike cleanly through another soldier.

Immediately next to him again, Mora pulled an attackers head down as she shoved her blade up piercing through the visor's slit. As Delvakhan struck high, she responded by striking low. With his arms burning unlike anything he had ever felt Delvakhan was afraid to stop. All around them it felt as if a sea of soldiers continued to grow. No matter how many they killed or maimed, more and more seemed to appear out of nothing. Looking up, Amadagu seemed to push further and further away from them. He was starting to feel helpless.

Delvakhan heard Mora gasp before he turned and suddenly lost his footing. Hissing through the air and just missing him, a massive axe struck the ground inches from his leg. In the distance he heard Amadagu yell out but Delvakhan couldn’t take his eyes off the massive and grotesque creature hurling yet another axe at them. In his hands, Bhor Wethrin seemed to loose all weight and began to hum.

“This cannot be is that a demon?” She stated more than questioned. Turning to look Delvakhan in his eyes, he saw her body harden and her eyes widen. “Get to Hammerhold my king.”

Before he could respond, Mora danced between the soldiers who seemed willing to give her path to the demon. Covering half the distance, she was suddenly thrown back even beyond where Delvakhan knelt, entranced in what was happening. From the corner of his eye, he saw more of the witches they killed only a couple days prior. In the middle of them a tall young man covered in strange symbols extended his arms directly in the direction Mora had flown back to.

For a brief moment he and the symbol covered man locked eyes. Around him, Delvakhan could feel the air compress and a crackling sound began to fill his ears, as if the source was directly above his head. Violently he was shoved down into the ground as Amadagu used himself as a shield for the magic that flew forward from the strange man.

Peddling backwards Delvakhan watched as the Timewalker staggered back just a step and then shoved the power back. In front of them, several waves of soldiers were simply incinerated. Screaming through the air, half a dozen witches materialized and pounced on the druid.

“Help more and get to the Empress Delva. I will buy you time.” Amadagu called out as he fell back and to the ground from the physical force of the witches.

“Hurry!” The druid forced out as he struck the ground heavily.

Bhor Wethrin high, Delvakhan yelled and charged into soldier after soldier fighting his way to Mora. As he got closer, he saw a line of dead bodies leading to Mora as she continued to fight north toward their goal. Rushing to right side where her arm hung limp and blood flowed unhindered from the top of her shoulder, Delva intercepted a blow that would have killed her. The blade broke though his hardened leathers and cut his skin down the middle of his chest.

Crying out he swung Bhor Wethrin wide. No longer could he feel his arm and he was uncertain if he hit anything. Ahead of them he could see a thinning of the soldiers. Yelling and pointing, he and Mora seemed recharged and continued killing any soldier in black that stood in their way.

****

Burakani stood speechless as the opened front gates showed six black draped figures standing in a formation holding a child, a child he recognized. None of the spoke as the figures simply stood there holding the little girl for all to see. The standstill was broken as a shrill cry out from Elidra could be heard.

“KHELIDRA!” Elidra screamed out as she saw the figures holding her daughter. With amazing speed, Elidra had run across the courtyard. The blade of her power had already formed as the woman seemed to fly toward the gate.

The figure in the lead, holding the child, used one hand and pulled back its hood. Seeing the face, Elidra stopped and dropped next to Burakani and fell to her knees, tears falling heavily upon her face.

“No Jade. By the Light no.” Elidra cried out.

“You betrayed the Emperor and his people Vessel; you do not deserve the child from his loins. She has a destiny we will be sure is fulfilled.” Jade answered as a smile spread across her face. “Khelidra would have been better served if you simply attended to your duties. The ministry will see she is properly prepared.”

Screaming, Elidra jumped to her feet and charged Jade. Before she could reach her, the six witches seemed to explode into nothingness. Slowly and carefully Burakani walked up to Elidra and hugged her shoulders, rocking her back and forth.

After a moment, Elidra stood and turned to the soldiers Burakani had escorted. “To the lines men and woman of the South, you have seen what the Ministry does. We go to free my daughter and free ourselves.”

“You are not going alone.” Burakani stated, his eyes dancing. “To arms and battle Rakshar, our Empress needs us!”

A massive roar escaped all of Tova as every man and woman began spilling out of the massive gate. Taking lead, Elidra’s form shimmered into a massive panther and began running down the hill.

****

Bloodied and moving slowly, Delvakhan and Mora continued plodding toward the hill before them. With every step, their breath labored harder and harder. Looking up, Delvakhan’s already tired and shaking legs gave out as a massive force seemed to be charging directly at them. In the lead, a massive panther bounded right for him. He was spent and done. Delvakhan knew he failed and there would be no fighting this force. With every ounce of strength, he leveled his sword at the beast. Suddenly it shimmered and before him stood a beautiful woman with long black hair offered only a stern look, holding up her hand to stop the people. Confusion set it as a light breeze flowed between them causing the metal links in her hair to chime as they collided.

Beside him, Mora suddenly gripped his arm and beside the woman a face he never thought he would see again opened in a huge warm and greeting smile.

“DELVA!” Burakani called out and rushed to his friend, lifting him to his feet. Looking to Elidra and then to Delvakhan announced them. “Empress Elidra, I introduce you to the King of the South, Delvakhan. Delvakhan, I introduce you to the Empress of the Rakshar, Elidra.”

Before another word could be spoken all turned to watch Tagor the Seer approached, seemingly to float slightly above the ground.

“Chosen of the South shall be lost and then found as the Guardian betrays. The prophecy remains true. That which is dead will find life and that which is life shall entrench within death.” Tagor paused and Delvakhan thought he could see wetness of tears wetting the Seer’s blindfold. “You are being told this because my sister has betrayed her curse and damned herself with it”

“But what do we do with it?” Delvakhan questioned. “You have only repeated what you have already told us.”

“No King of the South, I have now told you the prophecy remains true. That which has happened is first, that which will happen is next. Heed my words.” Once again Tagor said nothing more, turned and walked away.

“I don’t understand.” Delvakhan called out.

Tagor stopped a moment, and then turned around. “You four must get the child back King of the South. If you do not, the prophecy will become false and this world will die.”

Friday, June 18, 2010

Chapter Twenty One

Delvakhan heard both Amadagu and Mora curse under their breath as they broke skirted through the woods of Hnor. For almost a week since leaving Thor Syle they had continued to try to find a way past the Rhiyan troops that seemed to fill the Marvan plains. While the druid could move at will beyond them, Mora, Delvakhan and the small contingent with them needed physical means to move safely.

While the day remained tolerable if not helpful with its slight chill, the nights continued to dip into a much deeper cold. It only served to slow their progress down and made meals merely cold chunks of bread and even colder wine. Mora would not allow a fire explaining it was a sign all Rhiyan troops searched for with great pains. Delvakhan had become tired of it all while waiting for Amadagu to return from scouting.

“I am a King and I sit here cold and miserable without even a warm meal to give me some sort of comfort.” Several of the men turned and listened with interest to his words.

“Watch you mouth King of the South, you run the risk of breaking your men’s morale.” Mora warned quickly and quietly. “We are all suffering, but it is what we must do.”

“No, it is what you must do. Just as easily we could have sent someone to notify the Rakshar Empress. It did not require us to do it.” Delvakhan complain, still not lowering his voice. “In fact, he could have done it in a fraction of the time and without any of us suffering.”

“I don’t understand his methods; however I know enough to trust his judgment. If he said we had to do this, then we have to do it.” Mora almost spat the words. “Now keep your voice down.”

“He’s right this is senseless, we can’t even cross their lines to get to Hammerhold.” Their captain commented. “We would do better to rejoin with our fellows and Nohric.”

“You will bite your tongue Captain or I will remove it.” Mora was on him before he could finish sighing. While her voice was almost a whisper, her command resonated through them all. “I thought you of the south had more to you, at least that is what one would believe looking at Nohric.”

A screech caught their attention as a dark shade seemed to fly overhead. Immediately everyone became silent and ducked their heads to blend in more. Quickly Mora pushed Delvakhan against a tree and lithely started darting between trees tracking the shape.

Not a hundred feet from Mora, the shape landed and formed into several cloaked women. Looking directly at Mora and the troops at the edge, they screamed out again and charged directly at Delva.

“Witches of Sarna! Do not let them get Delva.” Mora yelled out. “Don’t let their claws cut your skin, they are poison.”

Drawing her weapons Mora moved to intercept the front witch. Just as she reached the first one, the witch turned and swiped her claws through the air. Dropping to her knees and sliding on the damp cold ground, Mora slid under the claws. Using her momentum to return to her feet she stabbed the witch through her back. As the blade pierced the skin, Mora felt the bone give way to her weapon. The witch fell dead face first.

Three more witches appeared on the other side and immediately killed two soldiers. All three lunged at Delvakhan. Defensively the King of the South repelled a set of claws with Bhor Wethrin. Using all his strength he forced the sword past the point of impact and drove it forward into the witches face, cleaving half of her skull. Instinctively rolling forward just to the side of his foe, another set of claws missed him completely. Rolling to his back he watched as a staff crushed the side of another of his attacks. Amadagu swung wide past the attack causing one of the first set of witches to stop before colliding into his weapon.

Before she could recover, several swords lanced through her body at all levels. Instantly the final witch turned to flee only to have Mora drive her weapon through the witches chin until the blade protruded her ear. With her other hand, Mora snatched the witches wrist and twisted it to the sound of cracking bone.

Taking a quick count, Mora and Amadagu nodded to each other. Three of their men were dead, but the King had survived. Delvakhan was already cleaning his weapon when they approached him.

“They know we are here now, we will have to move quickly.” Mora stated calmly, not as careful as before to keep her voice low and private.

“We are returning to my Uncle to join the fight. There is nothing we can do for the Empress, we have only wasted time.” Delvakhan responded. “You want me to help a stranger.”

“Where are you not a stranger boy?” Amadagu rudely pointed his staff at Delvakhan as he spoke. “You were born of the South, nothing more. You were raised with the Rakshar as an outsider. Where is your home?”

“I… I don’t know. I just know I don’t want to be here.” Delvakhan stated. “I just do what I am told. Train with these people. Lead these people. When does my decision actually mean something?”

“When you aren’t acting like a foolish child.” Amadagu responded quickly. “And if your Mother were here she would tell you to do your duty. Your duty is to the people of the south. Those people need your Rakshar friends. So you will complete that duty.”

Delvakhan paused and flopped to the ground, tossing his weapon to the side. “I don’t want any of it.”

“Get up.” Mora demanded, kicking his sword back toward him. “Get up you scared little child. What you need your mommy here to hold you?”

Filled with anger, Delvakhan snatched the sword and lunged toward Mora. Easily she deflected his attack and sent him headlong into the cold ground. As he stood up, Mora pointed her weapon at his throat. Her free hand was held up against Amadagu and the soldiers.

“Listen to me King of South. You made the decision with loans you subjected to your title. No one questioned you about it. Every decision that hasn’t been in the midst of me and Ama has been your own.” Mora continued to lecture him. “Now that you don’t know what to do doesn’t mean you turn and run. You take your position and you wear it proud and you fulfill your duty, even when frightened. Even when lost. If for no other reason than your people need it.”

Tears filled his eyes as he dropped his head low. Carefully he slid the blade into its scabbard as his body tightened against his tears. Sheething her own weapon, Mora stepped forward and knelt before him.

“Delvakhan, you are not alone even if you don’t have a home. I understand this like no other here. My home too was taken and those I trusted are gone. I promise you this; I will stay at your side, good or bad.” Mora set her hand on his cheek. “Be a King.”

Breathing deeply, he finally lifted his head. “Then we cut through them and we stop playing this hiding game.”

Everyone paused and looked at him. Amadagu nodded with a smile as Delvakhan caught his eyes. Saying nothing more Delvakhan strode in front of them all, right at the front lines of the Rhiyan forces in the distance.

****

“They are avoiding Thor Syle completely. They appear to be crossing the North River just at the waterfall.” The messenger was out of breath, yet stood tall as he delivered his report. “I saw no demons, but there are at least two legions of Rhiyan soldiers.”

Nohric nodded and turned to his commanders. “Split the forces. Take a small contingent and get behind them. The North River is swelled just before the waterfall and it will keep them slowed. If they are this far past the Marvan Plains, Sorc is in danger. We’ll let their fear keep them from Thor Syle.”

“We can’t be sure this isn’t a decoy.” Commander Harris commented. “We are betting a great deal they won’t hit Thor Syle.”

“Other than dragons, name one thing in all the lands we all agree is to be feared?” Nohric questioned. “We all have hard an untold number of legends of the Timewalker. No, they are avoiding Thor Syle; there is no other reason to cross the North River. The could easily slip along the cost and cross quickly at the southern outlet. They are going for Sorc.”

“I agree General. We don’t have time to debate this. I will swing the main forces around the western portion of the lakeshore. We can only hope to give Sorc more time.” Commander Dargo added. “My family is at Sorc.”

Nohric placed a heavy hand on both of his Commanders. “Gentlemen, we have to stop this force. The reports of the demons that took Ildomar is something we can’t allow to spread. Whatever we need to do must be done.”

“You are going to Sorc then?” Harris questioned. “Take my boys with you General, please.”

“Of course Harris, I have several to keep safe.” Nohric squeezed both of their shoulders a bit harder. “Use the Silence to communicate, but only those we three know. If they are going to break through...”

“If we fail, Sorc has to know. We will make the call early. Pride will not interfere.” Dargo interrupted him. “If we don’t get help from Hammerhold, we will not be able to hold their numbers.”

“Our King will not let us down, he has my blood.” Nohric answered with a sheepish smile.

“I would be more confident if it were you General.” Dargo answered. “If he fails…”

“Xhuri help us.” Was all Nohric could say.

****

“We are under siege!”

The words rang through Tova faster than the wind. Already Elidra was sequestered into a safe room with Burakani and several of his Silence members as they planned how to hold Tova.

“The Ministry finally decided to attack?” Elidra questioned.

“No, we are being attacked from Keybridge.” Burakani frowned as the look of shock filled Elidra’s face. “Why are you surprised? Did you think the hundreds of men our Emperor sent out in service would be happy with your stunt? They want through and they want it right now.”

“Let them pass then.” She answered plainly.

“Empress, they want Tova first. Most aren’t even aware of what else is happening in the world. They only know they want this city and a return to their homeland.” Burakani answered angrily.

“Baron Burakani let me ask you a simple question. It is one that regularly seems to be ignored by the Rakshar.” Elidra’s own anger filled her words. “Have you even bothered to try and talk to them? Explain to them what is happening?”

“No…Why would they listen.” He stammered.

“No. Of course not.” Elidra moved toward the door. “And this is why you couldn’t be a real leader. You never learned not everything is a fight.”

“And just what are you going to do? You think because you are or were their Empress they are going to listen to you?” Burakani turned his back on her.

“No, they will listen because I am the one that freed them and I am the one willing to communicate with them. You would do well to learn this.” Elidra left boldly but not without catching his eyes one last time and turning in disgust.

****

“My sisters never returned.” A completely cloaked woman spoke from behind her concealing hood. “We can be assured its Mora; they are drawn to the bloodline.”

“I will investigate myself. It is time for you to complete your task. I want that child.” Seom Joliel commanded. “Zhandoga, take your troops and amass around Tabath. Keep watchers along the coast. Once I deal with Mora, I will join those pressing south to Sorc and the Timewalker.”

“Are you sure you are ready for battle my Lord Seom?” The cloaked woman questioned carefully.

“I am more than ready.” As he answered, the Seom of Rhiya slammed his fist into the table. His power spread from his naked fist and exploded the table.

Chapter Twenty

All moved from him as he made his way down the hall carrying the dirt and blood he had collected from the field. The Timewalker arriving stalled his plans terribly. Even Zhandoga could not stop the druid from allowing the Rakshar Empress from escaping, or the druid himself from leaving the battlefield. Everything he planed out and set into motion was almost ruined; a failure he would not accept.

Moving down the spiral stairs leading to the innermost part of the Blackroot, Joliel kept calculating the possible outcomes of his plans. He knew something would have to be done about the Timewalker. In one single move the druid had not only given himself and the Rakshar Empress and escape, but Joliel knew he was involved in Mora’s disappearance from the Pit.

Finally reaching the bottom he took the dirt and blood he carefully kept wrapped in his cloak to the altar that formed the center of the large cavernous room. Ignoring the slight tapping sound in the distance, carefully Joliel spread the dirt across the top of the altar. From the surrounding darkness, demon priests circled the altar and began a chant. With satisfaction, Joliel knew soon another demon lord would be brought through to help him in his planning.

The human soldiers of the Legions could only be counted on for so much and in the end they would fail. While one demon could be defeated by the Timewalker, an entire legion would be his end as well. Soon Methulas would join Zhandoga and the two demon lords would bring forth their own demon legions. Then finally, the south would fall and the Ministry would be purged of impure blood; he and the demons would be the true service to Rhiya.

Following the light tapping sounds, Joliel came into full view of the woman and the work she continued. Ahryn had arrived in silence and with a single chisel continued to etch out a history he did not know. Each time he attempted to reach beyond the physical to examine her, he was bit with a force so powerful, the first time it almost killed him. Without work or conversation, she began her work. Only after many weeks did she finally offer him her name. In his brief studies he knew the original Ahryn and surely this woman could not be her.

Ahryn had been the very first disciple of Rhiya, powerful with natural abilities in magic and one of the original bloodlines of the God’s. No, this woman tirelessly etching into the walls section by section was merely a carrier of the name.

Her etching however was intricate and the stories it told occupied hour upon hour for him. With each tale, his understandings and plans took new and more matured steps forward. The plague would continue to diminish the Rakshar and his demons would crush the south. In either case those he watched would continue to provide him the insight he wanted. As each piece fell into place Joliel knew he would bring Rhiya back to the lands and then all of those without the purest of blood would be removed from existence.

Standing only a few moments in front of the most recent etchings from Ahryn, Joliel left and made his way back up to the common proper of Blackroot. Zhandoga, released and angry, would want to move immediately against the South. But even that had to go in accordance to his plans or too many pieces would fall out of synch.

****

“Send agents to lock down Tabath while we take Ildomar. That will give us our first step into the south.” Joliel looked over the maps and could see it coming together like a puzzle. “With Ildomar and Tabath secured, Sarna is safe to continue their work and we can use the coastline to bypass Hnor. If we attempt Hnor, our hand will be turned out.”

Methulas added a new element to their plans. The moment he arrived, his demon legion took to the field. The new opportunities were something Joliel couldn’t resist. Methulas’ knowledge of the Rakshar proved to be the most beneficial addition, far beyond his troops. While Joliel didn’t know how the demon got information beyond his own, one fact was clearly evident; the Rakshar would not be entering the battle. Droves of them were moving back and forth between Dragonspine. Whatever their actions, there was no build up of troops, only minimal defense. The death of the Emperor put into the Empire into a state of distress. His poisoning had worked far greater than the old poison Rhiya first inflicted on them eons before and this time there was no Dragon Matriarch to save them.

“If you push this King of South all the way to Sorc, we should have easy access to control the south west all the way to Caulstic. If the Rakshar continue their retreat and we have to reason to believe otherwise, several squadrons stationed in Hknal will be sufficient to cover anything they send. Use what is left of Berric’s and Mora’s legion for that task.” Methulas remained quite the opposite of his taciturn counterpart Zhandoga. One a warrior and one a tactician.

“They won’t go through Hnor, too close to the Pikes.” Joliel agreed. “So indeed Hknal will provide the watch needed. The other concern however is here.” Joliel pointed to a smaller body of water.

“Have you been that far south to know if the Timewalker still resides at the old citadel?” Methulas questioned as he sat back.

“None. No squad has been back. Even those that are with us have been unable to return with anything. If they returned at all.” Joliel responded in thought. “However, what if we used the docks in Tabath to move a legion across Serpents Bay?”

“None of mine will cross that water. We remember too well when it was created. This squabble is nothing compared to the memory of that day.” Methulas responded quickly only to have Zhandoga grunt. Whether he approved or disapproved could not be known.

“If we need to press them to Sorc and bypass Hnor while we stay observant to the Timewalker’s last home, you are telling me your legions are unable?” Joliel questioned, his irritation rising.

“We can take the south east. You take the southwest. Those grounds are simply…” Methulas was interrupted by the shrill voice of Zhandoga.

“I will take my legions through. You simply get the host child on that side.” Zhandoga demanded. “I am her harbinger; I will be there when our great Mistress returns as I have always been. That ground is nothing but dirt to me.”

“I guaranty you the child will be there.” Joliel answered with a sly smile. “All will be as it should and she will return. Once Ildomar and Tabath are secure, the assault can begin. In the mean time I have some work to complete. If I am needed I will be at the altar.”

He asked for no leave, he simply stood and made his way back down to the cavern. In all of Blackroot, designed by his own hands, only in the cavern did he feel the warmth of his own power. Everywhere else just seemed to echo something reminiscent of the Ministry buildings he saw when he first arrived.

This was his. Every detail was as his mind saw it. The sounds provided the needed alarms and notifications to guarantee his privacy in meditations. Once Methulas arrived, the demon priests all moved to work at the field altars under Methulas’ guidance. Only the tapping remained, but he was already immune to that.

Very carefully he took a small container from next to the altar. Carefully, as a couple drops of blood landed with a tiny smack sound, he drew out the symbol from his mind. Immediately the physical world faded from him. His will launched him forward across terrain for several moments. Stopping suddenly he could hear voice, muffled and feint. Night had come upon him without realization, yet he had found his target. Not even the thunder and lightning could break his focus now. One heartbeat, small yet strong echoed even above the sound of the storm. Its essence immediately intertwined with his own. This was his daughter, but more importantly this was his conduit. It was time to send Mora a message.

Bridging the gap between the different existences, Joliel took the ring from his pocket. Charged with his own magic he thrust the needle portion back through her nose snapping it closed. Her own essence swirled against his assault, yet while she was in his grasp, her dream would continue and he could finish his work.

To his surprise the essence of the unborn child launched an attack against him. With a small smile of pride, he calmed the child and pushed the essence away, allowing him to get back to work. Carefully he found spoke to her words of his chant. Then as her breathing and that of the child slowed, he spoke plainly to her:

“The child is not safe you with you. It must be raised in the South, far away from the Ministry. Unlike you, this child must not be a puppet.” His words were soft and songlike.

Immediately, he retreated. As his worlds came back together, he collapsed exhausted, yet excited. The rituals Ahryn wrote on the walls worked, exactly as she etched them out. Still smiling, he curled up at the altar and fell asleep.

****

“You have been busy haven’t you?”

A voice pierced through his sleep followed by a rough kick to his ribs. Anger immediately filled him. Instantly his mind responded lashing out as his energy cackled and reverberated throughout the cavern. Opening his eyes, Joliel jumped to his feet as he unleashed his will into Amadagu. With a gut wrenching scream he released more energy at the druid as it seemed to be absorbed by the druid.

Each attempt was followed by Amadagu simply absorbing the magic infuriating Joliel more and more. He realized he was being trapped as fatigue began to set into his mind. The chuckle emanating from the druid sent him to the brink of insanity. Finally catching Amadagu in surprise, he lunged his body into the druid, knocking him to the ground.

Maneuvering quickly, Joliel grabbed the druid’s face and released his power directly into the tangled mess of hair and skin. With a roar, Joliel felt his body lift backwards into the air off Amadagu as fire encased the older man and exploded. As he hit the wall, the world threatened to blacken for him. Snapping his mind back to attention, Joliel scrambled back to his feet as the Amadagu walked menacingly toward him with his eyes and skin still emanating flames.

Every mental volley he tried was once again absorbed by the druid. For the first time since he took over Blackroot, Joliel felt fear creep into his mind and body. Never previously had anyone refused to submit to his power. Stripped of his pride, he could feel the Timewalker’s magic filling the cavern. It was the type of power he had wanted and worked for. There was a refinement to it, a finesse Joliel could admire yet in such, he knew at that moment his life was in true danger.

Abandoning his powers, Joliel moved to charge the druid again, yet quickly learned his error. Reaching out the druid landed a heavy fist into his left cheek. Warm blood dripped down his cheek. As he moved to wipe it, Amadagu exploded fire into his face. Only through instinct did he manage to protect himself just in time. While his physical focus was lost, Joliel felt his arm twist behind him as his body was spun away.

“You spite filled cur. For a thousand years I have battled those stronger than you and none were so foolish as to assume my power was trapped in the mystical.” Amadagu’s words were loud and echoing. Forcefully he shoved Joliel to the ground. “Do not get up and do not attempt to use your will. If you do it will feed back and begin ripping through your mind.”

Fearful of the man’s words, Joliel gently tested only to find his mind suddenly on fire. While he was not physically restricted, his mind and power were somehow shackled.

“Good I see I have you attention Seom. While you have the powers of those before you, you would be better served on knowing the past that created them.” Amadagu kicked him again harshly. “You will taste your own cruelty before this day is over, that I promise you.”

Joliel sensed the truth in the Timewalker’s words and once again fear filled every part of him. “I have not done anything to you Timewalker. Why have you assaulted me?” He was trying everything to clear his trapped mind.

“Oh, were you looking for fairness when you have offered none? What you have done to those around you, your own ally is cause for your own suffering and you ask for fairness!” Amadagu struck him again with a fist to his temple, causing the world to swirl around him.

“Rhiya will…” The words barely left his mouth before yet another kick was delivered to his ribs by the druid. Roughly he coughed as blood filled the back of his throat.

“Let me give you a reminder boy of how I feel about your god.”

Amadagu snatched him up by his hair. Brandishing the ring Joliel immediately recognized as the one he used on Mora during her dream, a shiver ran through him. Violently the stem was slowly pierced through boney bridge of his nose. Twisting it back and forth as it was worked through, Joliel could see small flames jumping into his skin. While he fought back the pain he could feel his skin burn as bits of smoke tasted foul in his mouth.

Unable to stop himself, his will reached forward and Joliel felt his physically body convulse and collapse before him. Retreating into the vapors of the mystical, he could finally see the chains around him. All around him images of the Timewalker watched and adjusted to every movement. Even the druid’s voice broke through and filled his senses; “you cannot hide here”, it taunted him.

Everything became a nightmare he couldn’t escape. With every turn and move Joliel felt more and more pain. As he tried to scream out he found no voice, as he tried to reach out, he found no form. Panic filled him as hands seemed to reach into him and pull his essence away from his physical body. Fire consumed him completely and Joliel knew he was dieing. With the last energy he could must, he lashed out in futility. Finally give gave up his essence and allowed darkness to consume him.

****

Slowly and painfully Joliel opened his eyes to see demon priests surrounding him as Methulas used a dagger tipped with blood to etch symbols into his skin. To his surprise he could feel nothing. Finally his eyes met with Methulas.

“Sleep and recover Seom, there is still much word to do.” Methulas was calm and methodical as he continued to work. “The Timewalker has ripped you asunder, this will take time. Sleep.”

“Release everything against the South.” Finally Joliel found his voice and his words were simple and direct. “Kill everyone and everything that has touched him. Use his blood to raise her.”

Magic filled his head forcing him back to sleep. Quickly Joliel tried to fight against it. Nothing responded he couldn’t even feel his own essence. Unable to fight, blackness engulfed him again.

****

Sitting up, Joliel found his body responded quickly. Carefully he examined his body, covered in glyphs he could not read or understand. Yet his body felt strong, yet famished beyond any hunger he had ever felt. Anger filled him as he saw the glimmer of metal under his eyes. Carefully he reached up and found the ring still pierced the bone of his nose. He knew it was magically sealed to him, yet he could not feel its existence. Remembering his earlier waking, he felt for his essence and sighed in relief as he found it surrounding him. Energy quickly began to fill him.

Reaching out further he tried to feel the familiar life and death of Blackroot. He felt nothing beyond himself. Struggling harder, still he could feel nothing. Naked under his glyphs, he stood up and tested his legs without issue. To his surprise the ground was cold and almost alien to him. Joliel felt nothing reaching out anchor him as he had become accustomed to. Something was very wrong.

Slowly Joliel made his way out of his room and down the steps. He had not been in the upper chambers of Blackroot in a very long time. Once he descended to the main, he was shocked to find several demon guards at the bottom entry. At his arrival, they snapped to attention.

“Lord Seom, we are your personal guards and are to escort you to Zhandoga and Methulas.” As the guard spoke, Joliel noticed he was completely armored. Giving him a quick nod, they moved slowly to his meeting room.

“Good, you are finally up. Your kind takes longer to recover. We have started without you, Ildomar has fallen.” Methulas spoke quickly and pointed the guards to a seat for Joliel.

“How long?” Joliel questioned as he looked at the battle map that showed skirmishes all along the front to the south.

“Seven lunar cycles.” Zhandoga stated harshly. “Too long to wait.”

“We could no longer keep the troops inactive. They were beginning to get restless so we continued our original plan. Tabath is fortified and Ildomar is now ours. Your human legions are along the coast in the Marvan Valley, entrenched against the King of the South.” Methulas report was quick to cut off his counterpart.

“What happened to me?” Joliel lost all patients over the lost time and swept his arm across the map scattering the markers. “I want to know what these are. Why can’t I feel anything beyond myself?”

“Seom, the Timewalker ripped your will from you. Those glyphs are holding your essence together. If you are able to regain some power...” Methulas was quickly interrupted.

“IF! What do you mean if?” Joliel cried out.

“There is no guaranty. Your body recovered first, your mind will do what it can.” The demon responded flatly.

“There most certainly is.” Before Methulas could respond, Joliel was upon him, slicing his throat wide, immediately covering his hands with the demon’s blood.

Zhandoga heavily knocked Joliel off Methulas, sending him crashing into the table. Without pause, Joliel was back on his feet, pulling his tunic back carved a new glyph in his stomach.

“I am the Seom, do you think I was not prepared to use even your kind in the service to Rhiya. His blood will be used to bring my powers back. If you prefer, I can use yours.” Joliel dared Zhandoga as the blood of the demon was already mixing with is own in the new cut. Once again, though only faint, he could feel Blackroot coming alive.

“I am here in service Master Seom, as Rhiya bids it so.” Zhandoga took a knee.

Joliel’s anger filled him completely. “I want my child here now at any cost. Rhiya will be reborn.”