Terra Histories: June 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

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.”

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Note

Alright so I have chapter 20 basically complete, but I am not happy with how it ties it, so I deleted it all and started over. Still not happy with it, so until I fix it, its going to sit here.

Also once 20 is up, the rest will follow in decent order because the end is near :) Thanks for hanging in there! :)

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Chapter Nineteen

Gently while rocking back and forth, Elidra stroked her daughter’s hair. The cold air of winter returned to Tova and the nights proved very long. Longer still as each night for several months Elidra had to hold her daughter to calm her while she screamed out keeping them both from sleeping.

For the first few weeks Elidra would attempt to heal an unknown affliction she was sure was causing the screaming. Yet again and again her powers found nothing. She had listened to every suggestion the host maidens offered. Growing pains, fear of sleeping, possession, sadness or some other tale Elidra wouldn’t even begin to listen to.

Two made sense. Magic raged in the child and perhaps it was causing her pain was one that made sense. Born to it like her mother. Nightmares were the possible second, yet Elidra struggled to understand what would cause a young child to have nightmares. If it was indeed magic, what exactly was she going to be able to do about it?

As the hours passed, sunlight poured into the room. Right on schedule her attendants came in to bathe and dress the mother and daughter. Elidra welcomed the hot waters that caused her to continually nod off as she relaxed.

Dressing and reading the reports that continued to come in from various agents throughout the various realms, Elidra was thankful the Rhiyan Legions seemed hesitant to move against Tova and focused their efforts south. Tactically, it made more sense to not fight both Tova and the cold winter elements which were much harsher in the mountain. Less than half of the host remained to defend Tova, which was enough for the winter, but into the summer they would become vulnerable.

Sickness and death continued to plague the Empire as the poison sickness now extended into and beyond Dragonspine via Keybridge, Torus Vo and the Firefields. Regularly junior advisors that she promoted to commanders explained for the first time the Empire was exposed to any and all enemies. Everything simply added to Elidra frustration and anger.

There was also the Rakshar messenger that arrived severely wounded from the south. Elidra knew there would be no good news from him as he already addressed himself as a Prince. There was little else she could do but attend to him and find out what he wanted. Watching as her daughter Khelidra played with the host maidens, Elidra resolved herself to her duties of the day and left to attend to the Rakshar prince and messenger.

****

Step by step, Elidra touched, absorbed and released every wound the young Rakshar had received. For months she worked her power to heal her people, thankfully his wounds were nothing compared to the poison Elidra dealt with. Once she finished, food was brought to him, which he immediately attacked.

As he ate, shoving the food into his mouth forgetting all manners, she eyed him up and down. One of Vrok’s ‘silence’ members caused her to immediately distrust him. Before she healed him she had checked him for one of the armbands many of the Rakshar wore. Seeing none caused her to trust him less. Already he was well under the influence of the magic Vrok subjected all his people to.

Elidra previously looked over the documents he carried with him, ‘requesting’ the Emperor to honor his agreement to support the south against the Rhiyans in return for his harboring and training of an heir of their King. Knowing this Rakshar was actually a relative of Vrok only fueled her anger.

“The answer is no. Look around you, the Rakshar are dieing. All the most trusted generals are dead.” Elidra’s words came fast and harsh. “I suggest you return to your home and forget about the events on this side of Dragonspine.”

“But your Grace, this too includes the Rakshar.” Burakani began carefully choosing his words giving consideration to her anger. “Our honor...”

Faster than he believed possible, Elidra moved to stand just inches from him, a finger pointed right at the middle bridge of his nose. “Honor? Do not speak to me of honor boy. I have learned all about Rakshar honor. The Rakshar are but sheep.”

“Then be our Shepard.” Quickly he bowed to her and continued. “Those of us born Rakshar have no issue with this. Without our Emperor we will splinter, break apart and return to the wilds. Who then will be there to fight the demons when they return? And they will return I have seen one with my own eyes.”

“It will not be our affair.” She stated quickly as her eyes seemed to burn into his.

“But your Grace, I have known and trained their newest King for years. He deserves help.” Burakani pleaded.

“What do you know about who deserves what? Being blood to Emperor Vrok makes you a Prince, but do not begin to think you understand such affairs.” Elidra barked callously.

“I know enough that no Rakshar should die anywhere but a battlefield. I know our people and this King is as we are.” He responded.

Walking over to a chest, Elidra opened it and tossed an armband at Burakani’s feet. “That is what bothers me the most. He is too much like us.”

“I don’t understand.” The Prince stated as he picked up the armband. “What does this have to do with anything?”

“Put it on.” Elidra stated fiercely. “Once you put that on you will understand.

Burakani clasped the arm band to his arm and immediately took a knee before Elidra and recited the Rakshar chant:

“By the will of the One, we pledge ourselves to the Empress and the Empire in which she rules by Divine Grace of the One. What the Empire needs, we will provide and in turn we will be provided for. Upon my death, I will return to the Emperor and guide him through the will of the dead for the dead keep the knowledge of the living. I bind myself to the Empress, as the Empress is now bound to me.”

Elidra could see the clarity in his eyes and the changes in his face. All the details of Vrok’s notes were true. None did his will by choice, each in some way had fallen victim to his magic. Now she would break this bond.

“Go now, gather all the people and send word to every Rakshar city. With the word, send my wishes.” Elidra handed Burakani an officially sealed parchment. “Anyone who violates this command is to be sentenced to death. All of Tova is to be gathered immediately.”

****

Elidra stood before the people of Tova. She ran the thoughts through her head again and again. In the end nothing formed into thoughts. Covered by anger and betrayal she stood before these people and realized she simply didn’t belong. The choice had never been hers. She was born of magic, daughter of the Timewalker and wife to their Emperor. None of which actually provided the tie she needed or wanted.

Zhandoga was correct, she was just a vessel. Either for whatever fate held before her or for simply giving birth to her daughter. In the end it didn’t matter, now she was making her own choices. Emptying her thoughts, words poured from her mouth.

“I wish only for each of you to see and to understand. Everything I have learned I am going to share with you. From that moment you will be able to choose what you wish, it will no longer be my command.” Beside her as she spoke, Burakani’s mouth pressed into a tight and concerned expression. Glancing at him briefly, she continued. “Each of you owns or wears a band first given to you by Emperor Vrok. If you are not wearing yours, you must do so now.”

With little commotion each donned their bands and remained all around her. In the silence, the cold Tovan air seemed to pause. Elidra could now feel the power of the magical bands dancing along unseen waves. As she thought it, every voice in unison repeated the devotional;

““By the will of the One, we pledge ourselves to the Empress and the Empire in which she rules by Divine Grace of the One. What the Empire needs, we will provide and in turn we will be provided for. Upon my death, I will return to the Emperor and guide him through the will of the dead for the dead keep the knowledge of the living. I bind myself to the Empress, as the Empress is now bound to me.”

First there was just a murmur. It grew suddenly into massive conversations and exclamations. Elidra had freed them of the bond and each was coming out of the trance and shock in their own way. Those born as Rakshar wore worried expressions as they began to distance themselves from the others. As the crowd started to refocus on Elidra, Burakani moved to stand between them.

“Now take them off and never wear them again.” She commanded. Her own regal stance and power in her voice reverberated through them all. Elidra could sense the magic fading quickly into the cold air.

“I want my Mommy!” A little girl cried out.

Immediately tears and wailing filled the people as the long repressed losses overcame them. It was almost too much for Elidra to take. Many of them approached her almost begging. With each touch she was slammed with emotions well beyond anything she had felt before. The pain and the wails of the people filled her mind.

“Stop! Back up!” Burakani’s voice growled out. “It’s too much for her, can’t you see it.”

“What are we to do now? We don’t even know where our families are. She has taken it all from us.” A voice in the crowd yelled out.

“Rakshar, form ranks and protect the Empress!” Burakani commanded as he began pushing people away from Elidra. As several fought back, Burakani struck to leave them unconscious. “I said back up!”

Rakshar men immediately created a barrier between the people and Empress Elidra. Elidra regaining her wits as the emotions faded, stood tall and took a deep breath. Carefully she stepped between the soldiers and offered herself again to the people.

“We will find your families. Ever orphan here and throughout the Rakshar Empire will be reunited. All efforts will be made. It is my only and final promise to you as your Empress.” Elidra announced with great command of her voice. “Each of the Rakshar soldiers shall serve as escorts and protectors for all orphans, regardless of age. Tova is to be returned to its people. It does not belong to the Rakshar or the Empire anymore.”

“Lead us!” A voice called out. “We cannot survive without a leader. Our royals were killed.

“I rule no man or woman.” Elidra stated calmly, and then looked at Burakani. “However, Burakani Prince of the Rakshar Empire will lead, if you will have him.”

Burakani grabbed her arm and turned Elidra toward him. “Have you lost your mind? I am not of age or experience to lead these people. They are not even my own.”

“You are a Prince of Rakshar and your Emperor made these your people. You will not leave them in the dark. You were born Rakshar; you knew what the Emperor was doing. You are responsible.” Elidra tapped a band as she responded to him, and then roughly pulled her arm free.

“Choices are now yours. I have given these same commands to be sent throughout the Empire. You are free people.” Elidra announced and walked away as the conversations and arguments erupted throughout the people.

*****

In only a few days, order of a type returned to Tova. The people agreed to have Burakani govern the city, but not as an Emperor. Taking the title of Baron, Burakani sent an envoy to the King of the South updating him on the events and requesting allegiance to the cause against demon and Rhiyan forces. Elidra remained a part of all discussions as council and nothing more. Any time he turned to her for a decision, she simply looked away or continued to attend to her daughter Khelidra.

Almost a legion of men volunteered to provide for the defense and support of Tova. Several teams were sent to watch the Rhiyan forces. Reports from the teams continued to come in as Burakani relayed messages through the Silence created by Emperor Vrok. Each report lead to a conversation with Elidra in which she remained silent.

Dismissing those he elected as captains, Elidra watched as he approached her. For almost two months each time he asked a question, she gave him silence. She knew there was a point he would break. Why she was waiting, she didn’t understand herself, but only sought to remove herself from it all.

“The Empire is in shambles Elidra. You have doomed us all to be scattered as we once were.” He started and then sat in frustration.

In the short time he had been Baron, Burakani lost the entire boy that was in him. Vrok would have been proud to see this in a Rakshar. For Elidra it only caused her pain as she saw bits and pieces of Vrok’s personality in him. That same personality was shared by all natural born Rakshar; fierce, direct and confident.

“The Empire was one of slaves. Now it is of people. Get used to it.” Elidra snapped more harshly than she intended. “Regardless of the result, what was done to these people was wrong.”

“And this is right. Damn you to darkness Elidra.” Burakani was stopped by the sudden slap to his face. When he didn’t move or respond, Elidra slapped him again.

“In the end the mighty Rakshar is a coward. Afraid of what happens when people are allowed to choose.” Elidra looked away in disgust.

“My people were scattered and torn from the last time Rhiya walked Terra. We would do anything to stop it again. But you have doomed us to die.” Burakani returned to his feet and began to pace. “What if the Delva chooses not to fight? Then all his father and Emperor Vrok worked on has been in vain.”

“Then let it be in vain.” She snapped back. “The Rakshar simply took what was already being done by the Ministry and gave it a new name. You take freedom in the light of better good. The Darkness with you!”

Burakani moved to respond only to be interrupted by a blindfolded man entering the room. Elidra could feel magic emanating from every poor of the man, yet felt no fear at his arrival.

“A Seer!” Burakani gasped and was interrupted as the Seer spoke.

“I am Tagor the Seer, the messages I give are equal and without choice.” As he spoke the heavy tome in his hand as well as the rest of his body never seemed to move. Even his lips seemed only to open without moving in time with the words.

“The Seer awakens while an empire crumbles and a child is born. She who would be a God marks her cycle of birth as the plague claims her old debt. Chosen of the South shall be lost and then found as the Guardian betrays. That which is dead will find life and that which is life shall entrench within death.

Fiend of Death fears only Bohr Wethrin, yet so long as it sleeps the devout will suffer. Fear not the Fathers for in the sons all are set right. If the sons are broken She who would be a God shall be born as the sky emits her fire.

Seek the Daughter of the Seas and Book of Souls she guards and know the life read. Protect what is hers as the First Brood slumbers only so long as the Book is not read. Mark this as the era ending and the façade takes its power.

Only as the world erupts can the façade break and the true end be sealed by the final combination of blood. Yet the Siblings will sunder Terra and only in that wake shall the Will of the One be done.”

Elidra had heard tales of Seers and knew only those who were named would be given the message. “Have you delivered your message to all the named Seer?”

“Such questions I am forbidden to answer, my side and affiliation in the wars that will come is that of fate.” Tagor pointed carefully to Elidra. “Do not seek to piece the veil of my thoughts or the Seers curse will plague your bloodline for eternity as it plagues mine.”

Elidra realized without thought she was attempting to see into his thoughts. Immediately she withdrew and moved toward the Seer, offering him a seat.

“The tides of prophecy are strong and my walk knows no rest. Heed my words Vessel, they offer you no comfort but your blood it could save.”

Without another word Tagor walked away. Burakani stood in shock as he continued to look back and forth between the Seer walking away and where Elidra stood.

“You heard the prophecy; we need to figure it out.” Elidra commanded him.

“I heard gibberish, what is there to figure out.” He commented.

Quickly Elidra recapped what the Seer said. Burakani listened carefully and made her repeat several parts.

“So now the question is where we start, none of it makes sense to me.” Elidra commented with exasperation.

“I have no idea. The Daughters of the Seas is my mother and she is long dead.” Burakani answered and then frowned deeply. “All her possessions were burned at her death, so whatever books she held are now dust. What happens now?”

Elidra dropped her head and sighed heavily. “Apocalypse.”

Edit to Chapter 18

If you read chapter 18 previously, you will need to re-read it. It was brought to my attention by two readers (Thanks Dana and Eva) there was a tieing block missing. After reviewing it I saw the problem and fixed it up.

Enjoy! :)

BTW, I remind everyone, you don't have to privately contact me, you are welcome to post questions/comments/etc directly to the blog, I don't mind :)

Cheers,

SMS

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Chapter Eighteen

Elidra gasped almost audibly as she watched Joliel take Mora against her will. Nothing she believed before Vrok and the Rakshar entered her life could give her understanding to this act. After becoming a Rakshar herself, what she witnessed was an abomination beyond anything she could imagine. Rage grew within her chest and her own fingernails dug into her squeezed hand. Had Vrok been alive nothing in the world could have stopped him from charging in and stopping what was happening.

Carefully Elidra watched as soldiers drug the battered woman away deep into the blackness of Blackroot. These people were beyond anything she could imagine, beyond anything she could fight. Anything she heard about the Rhiyans left her thoughts and only the action she witnessed remained burned forever in her mind. To continue her horror Joliel, bare skinned before all the soldiers, mixed the product of his actions with the dirt as it hissed back at him. With words she didn’t understand he continued his ceremony with lavish moves and repeated plunging of his hands into the ground. Each time he lifted his arms high the soldiers cried out in unison. Each time her belly jolted as her child kicked. Elidra almost felt as if she was suffocating with the surrounding magic.

Groaning and spitting forth foul dirt and gore, the ground trembled causing Joliel to step back yet continuing his ritual. Mist began to swirl in torment before the sorcerer and seemed to take a shape. Echoing in the air like a scream a voice beyond the veil of physical sight called out a single name. Elidra realized it was the chant the soldiers yelled out. ‘Zhandoga’.

Erupting forth, Zhandoga entered the world with every foul stench and puss from the world dripping off him as if he were bathed in it. Eyes that pulled at the very fabric of reality scanned the horizon and locked onto hers. With a growl the demon leapt forwards an impossible distance and landed just in front of her. Immediately the ground became blackened and hissed under his mass. Eyes burning of hatred seemed to pull her in closer as he lifted a clawed hand and pointed at her.

Immediately power engulfed her as instincts overcame Elidra. “Go Shani. To Tova. Prepare our people.”

Shani continued to stare at the demon standing just before them. Elidra’s will focused once again into twin fiery blades that crackled against the already magically charged air.

“Now Shani. There is nothing for you to do here.” Elidra stepped closer to the demon and looked deep into his eyes. “Come demon, I have no fear of you.”

“And you vessel will fail. The prophecy will fall true and all of Xhuri’s stain will perish. You will be the first.” Zhandoga’s shrill voice seemed to fill not just the air around her, but upon every possible existence threatening to explode into her mind.

Saying nothing more, Elidra entered her battle trance, dodging the demon’s first blow, her blades bounced off his armored skin. Dancing around him she jammed the blades into his side burying them deep and feeling them arch through the other side. Pulling them free, the demons side immediately closed. Elidra paused a moment and stared.

Grinning Zhandoga took a single clawed finger and dug a wound the entire length of Elidra’s arm. The wound immediately festered and burned causing her to scream out. In agony Elidra felt as if every pain of all who felt death from the demon filling her entire being. Fighting back she leapt into the air and seemed to take flight as she dodged another blow, regardless of the pain that flowed through her. Spinning a half circle she drove a blade deep into the demon’s eye.

Howling, Zhandoga stepped back and swung viscously back and forth, then covered his eye. As he pulled his massive hands away, his eye was already healed. But she hurt him and now knew she could. A bit more carefully, he stepped forward and attacked again. As Elidra easily stepped off to the side, molten like shards burst forward from his hands. With amazing deftness, each was deflected by her blades. Defiantly Elidra dropped into an almost cat like stance and winked at him.

“I am the Empress of the Rakshar. You filth will have to try much harder.” Elidra taunted him. She easily saw Joliel out of the corner of her eye attempting to maneuver behind her.

Effortlessly she feigned an attack at the demon, only to spin around and put both Joliel and the demon into her front view. For the first time since the demon charged at her, she could see the forces had created a wall and were moving to completely surround them. Those that had drug Mora off were running back to join the others.

Joliel quickly began collecting the blackened earth where she was originally standing as Zhandoga smiling, moved at her. Just before she launched into another attack the jolt in her belly almost dropped her to her knees. Inside she could hear an unknown sound scream out her name. Completely lost in her pain, Elidra never saw the blow coming. Just before striking her, a massive ball of fire exploded in Zhandoga’s face.

Startled, Elidra saw a form standing before her. Movements like thunder filled her head as she became more and more clear. She didn’t have to actually see his face to know the Timewalker had arrived.

There was no dodging, no counters no forgiveness as the druid relentless fired fireball after fireball into the face of the demon, each time taking another step forward. Clawing at the air and stumbling back, Zhandoga shoved Joliel to the side. Troops swung into action and began to close in.

Amadagu turned and looked directly at Elidra. “Go child. Go home to your people they will need you. That child needs you.” Fire was bright and angry in his eyes. Everything around him seemed to radiate the heat of the fire he flung at the demon.

“He has to die for what he has done.” She called out as she pointed to Joliel. “This cannot be left undone.”

“You have a choice to make. Your people or your daughter, choose now!” A torrent of fire lashed out from both his hands as he swept them across the battlefield in a horrendous arch. “By the Light child, go!”

Soldiers were close enough now to take her captive. Elidra knew she would lose if she chose to go after Joliel. For another instant she watched as the druid seemed to expend more power than anything she had ever seen or read about. Zhandoga continue to retreat cursing with every step. Even with all that was going on, Amadagu cleared a path for her. Elidra made her break. For an hour as she ran, she could still hear the battle continuing. Something in her cried out as she felt it was the last time she would see her father.

****

Elidra had to stop. Pain raced through her arm and she could almost visibly see her stomach growing. In the back of her mind if she reached out, she could almost hear the child’s mind. It was all very wrong.

For three days she struggled to make her way to Tova, back to her people. Behind her, the sounds of fighting began to drift. The only solstice she could have some hope on was the Rhiyan legions and their camp showed no signs of moving. Elidra couldn’t help but feel as if she was a pawn in the events.

Zhandoga had called her a ‘vessel’. In her she fought the horrid concerns that began to fill her thoughts. Immediately succumbing to her powers, she looked for anything alien or wrong. She could find no trace or lingering thread, only herself and the essence that had to be her daughter.

Calming herself, she slumped against the tall grass and found sleep. While she continued to think, darkness engulfed her, giving way to dreams and images she couldn’t understand. Blurry faces swimming in and out seeming to talk to her. Voices were muffled and deep as if they were far in the distance and screaming at her. For a brief moment the face of Joliel appeared and only smiled at her.

Shuddering Elidra snapped awake. The moon was held high in the night sky. A light frost lay across the grass and covered her own cloak, yet she felt no cold. She had made up more ground than she had originally thought. Sitting up, she watched her breath linger on the air. The cold was coming soon.

In tremendous shock her body arched and her voice filled the air. Elidra knew her child was coming soon. Struggling to her feet she pleaded. “Please baby not now. We have so much further to go. Please baby not now.”

Quickly the pain passed and Elidra pushed herself to keep walking. All sense of time blended and blurred into semi conscious moments of looking at the ground pass beneath her feet. Voices were suddenly around her. As she strained to see the faces, she found her head refused to lift. Catching her eye, blood was running down her leg and had filled her sandals. Dragging along next to her own foot, she could see another pair of feet caked with blood and dirt.

“Get her into the litter. We have to get her into the city.” A voice she couldn’t make out commanded others. “Carry General Shani on your back if you have to but get them both to the city now!”

More voices and then she heard her name. “Empress Elidra soon you will be home. If you can, do not push the child out, you must hold on.”

Darkness again, shooting pain she couldn’t even respond to and her body simply wanted to quit. Vrok’s face entered her mind again with a kind smile. To her surprise she could hear his voice clearly.

“You have passed every other trial, why quit on this one. No my love, you must hold yourself strong and endure this too. Our child must enter this world as it was always meant to. But she cannot without you.”

Elidra collapsed into the warm darkness of Vrok’s strong arms. “What shall we name her?” She questioned with a soft breath.

“Khelidra, after her mother, my Empress.” Elidra knew nothing more.

****

Still weak from her walk back to Tova and the childbirth, Elidra walked through her people. The moment she entered Tova she felt their cries consuming her thoughts. The poison that Vrok suffered, all the people were suffering. Many had already died. In the center, Vrok laid upon a grand alter, waiting for her.

Vrok told her early on about their tradition. Already those of his royal host that had died were laid around him creating a circle, symbolizing their protection of him and his support of them. The pyre staff of his father was already lit and ready for her to burn his body to ash.

Dutifully she lifted the pyre staff and carefully walked over to the altar. Setting the staff into its holder, she carefully began taking the circular links like those she wore in her hair and braiding them into Vrok’s hair. Waiting a moment she touched his cold cheek as tears fell onto his face. Slowly she leaned close and kissed each drop. At that moment she wanted to join him but knew she couldn’t.

With a terrible sadness she moved on and fastened a special ring into the hair of Shani. The general was found dead only a few moments from the entrance hill to Tova. As Elidra approached she recognized the woman’s form. Her final climb to Tova was with General Shani in her arms. Bloody wounds were easily seen through her neck. Shani was assassinated.

Finishing her braiding of the circlets into the hair of the circle, Elidra took the pyre staff and set the bodies on fire. Turning to the people, she told the story of their Emperor. For hours she continued as the smoke lifted high into the night air. As she finished she offered a final phrase:

“His grace died as a Rakshar of his stature should; in battle, proud and with a power so great it can only be called beautiful.”

****

Elidra studied a personal volume of Vrok’s in her bed as her daughter slept silently beside her. As much as the poison continued to kill the Rakshar, Elidra remained untouched, as did her child. Even the wound on her arm, which looked so much like the wounds the people suffered as the poison took them, finally disappeared into nothingness. Yet nothing she did seemed to affect the poison. In frustration she turned to the books that many thought were the Emperor’s personal memories. Elidra was astounded to find they were manuals on using ones will and prophecy. Day after day Kerve, the last of the generals, would wait in the shadows along the wall waiting for her commands. Day after day she said nothing and continued to search for an answer.

A light knock announced him yet again. Slowly he approached Elidra, in his hands he held a small carefully wrapped stack of parchments sealed with Vrok’s personal symbol as well as one of the armbands of the Rakshar.

“My Empress, may I sit please?” Poison was coursing through his body; Elidra saw it start several days prior.

“Of course, please General.” Elidra smiled kindly and offered him the seat at the end of her bed. Still smiling she pointed at the parchments. “You have something new today?”

Kerve carefully set the parchments on the bed and then set the armband next to it. “There are many things the Emperor kept to himself. Please do not think less of him or us Rakshar people as you read through that. I was going to burn it with him, but I realized you would need it. If you didn’t, she certainly would.

A silence remained between them for a moment as the General just smiled and looked at the sleeping heiress. Finally he stood to leave and rose slowly.

“He loved you completely.” Kerve said almost in a whisper. “But I believe he would have loved her more.”

Quickly Elidra rose and moved to block Kerve. “What are you not telling me General? Why would you need to explain this to me?”

“I will be dead by tonight my Empress and for many years I have kept his Grace’s privacy. The host has to return to our lands or we will all die. Read his studies my Empress. Learn about the armbands and do not think less of us.”

Waiting a moment and watching Kerve leave, Elidra walked over to the bed, broke the seal on the parchments and began to read.
Training at the Ministry taught me many things. More than anything it taught me how to control people. But their methods leave too much to chance. Too easily they manipulate through a series of trusts and mistrusts. I have found a way to guaranty an instant bond is made and such unreliable methods are rendered useless. None of this would have been possible if I did not first discover the way to release the knowledge of power beyond the training of the Ministry. Through a devotion, once can unlock a key to power that expands beyond the physical world.

There are those born with such, but only those in the direct bloodline to the Gods and Goddesses. But I have found one can still learn parts of what is natural to others. The bonding of metal, which is natural yet learned combined with something born of magic will create a catalyst for power and knowledge. A slight variation of this will cause a person to believe anything said or explained without disruption to the point that after an extended time this trust is burned into their actions and the magic is no longer needed, thus creating a bridge between what is learned and what is born.

With this, a nation could be created. You my child must know of this, for without it, the Rakshar will crumble.

Tears fell down her cheeks as Elidra set the papers down, anger filling her. Unable to contain it, she screamed. Instantly the baby woke and started crying. Screaming still, maids of her court entered and began to attend to the baby and tried to console her. Violently Elidra grabbed the armband and threw it against the wall.

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