Monday, December 10, 2018
"Can you look into the deck for me, Hyara?" Alther asked as soon as he entered the High Mage's chamber. The rectangular room was large and filled with endless rows of bookshelves. The only burning candles were hung at the side of the door from which Alther has just emerged. His eyes shifted, a little bothered that the High Mage, who was known to have great fear for a dark enclosed space, has chosen to leave the candles unlit but he had no time for the High Mage's emotional breakdown. What he had witnessed this morning still bothered him. Something was wrong. He could feel it. His skin crawled and his fear-struck heart raced a marathon. He desperately needed an answer and only the High Mage could help.
Alther turned to the beautiful woman with midnight hair, sitting at a large table in the middle of the room. Her head hung low and a thick cloak hugged her figure like a blanket. She didn't even realize that the 7-feet Jrakh'ur warrior was standing before her until Alther placed his sword on the table with a loud thud.
"Hyara." The sweating man leaned in. "You need to look into the deck, quick. I need to know." He dragged a chair from a corner of the room and slumped himself across the High Mage, who was still half-dazed. “I need you to look into the princess heir.” Hyara’s eyes flickered at the mention of his master. Her mouth opened to say something but her mind was too scrambled to make out a sentence.
“Hyara!” Alther pressed on. “The princess heir. Please.”
Hyara gazed into the worry-stricken eyes and immediately, she understood. He saw it too. The eyes in the Shadow.
“I’ve looked into the deck. I’ve consulted the dragon,” Hyara begun slowly and lowered her head. “But I couldn’t anymore.”
“What do you mean?” He has never seen the High Mage in this state before – not in the two centuries, he had known her. “What is it?!” He pressed on.
“I’ve looked into the princess heir – many times. The Dragon once told me she is the one. I believed in her and I doubted her. And I still am. No matter how many times I deal the cards, the results are always the same. Her Shadow lingers in my sleep. The earth is growling beneath my feet but the throne is awfully silent. She is an anomaly,” Hyara turned to her companion, face twisted with worry and fear. “Alther, I couldn't comprehend her. Her presence feels peculiar. I have never seen anyone – anything like her. I’ve dealt so many times and now the deck resisted me.”
Hyara shut her eyes as the hoarse voice of the dragon roared in her head. “She is your queen!” Beads of sweat fell down her temple. “Accept her! This is your fate!” The sound of burning leaves and broken forest drowned the silence in the room. Alther shifted in his seat, he could feel strong heat emanated from the High Mage
‘One that is hidden will soon be revealed,’ an echoing whisper swept through the room like a passing wind. Alther clutched the hill of his sword and eyed the room. The candlelight by the door flickered. But as soon as it came, it disappeared. Alther turned his gaze to the High Mage and saw her face softened. Her once terrified face now looked drained.
The magic of the deck is indeed strong. It snags the energy of its user to fuel its power. Even one as strong as the High Mage should not use it for long but Hyara forced it. She forced herself. Now, she’s exhausted. The heat from the prophecy still engulfed her mind but at least, the voice had died down.
“I need to rest now, Alther. I’m sorry. That is all I have for you,” the High Mage pushed herself off her seat and walked away slowly towards a small door to her left.
“Tell me what you see.” Alther jumped out of his seat. His heart was still pounding. He was not ready to let the High Mage leave the room until he got the answer he needed.
“Fire.” The High Mage said unturned. “I saw fire as black as the starless night. It came for us all.”
“And the one who wields it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“The princess heir was there. A golden crown on her head.”
“She casted the fire?”
"No.” She said almost immediately then silence followed. “Maybe,” she sighed.
“What should we do now?”
“There’s nothing we could do. She is the one.” The prophecy was hidden behind a thick smoke. Drawing them only reveal more questions than answers but there was one thing she certain of since the Red Night. Amara is the long-awaited heir – the One spoken by the dragon. “We must protect her, even from herself.” With that, the High Mage left the room, leaving the frowning man unassured.
Taking a Glimpse,
Saturday, September 30, 2017
I am a figure of Shadow.
Whispers in the Wind.
Footsteps in the Alley.
Seer of the Night.
I am the bone of Sorrow.
The sins of Men.
The river of Deceit.
The fire of Hell.
I am without Soul.
I am without Origin.
Unknown to Life.
Untouched by Death.
Whisper my Name
And I shall answer thee.
I am Thou
And Thou art I
From the depth of thy soul, I'll come.
This is a Contract of Blood and Soul.
On my own sullied name, Amara Maryanna Kharyster Maerad,
Queen of Shadow,
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