CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Elven Escort
The castle halls were luminous and empty, adorned with gold and silver in the moonlight. Not a sound echoed through the vast space as a young Elven girl sat on a golden bench in the castle tower of Ybelithien, the capital of the Elven empire of Lisorin. Her descending blonde hair, braided with shimmering golden bands that glinted in the light, creating a striking contrast against her fair complexion. Her elongated ears highlighted her Elven beauty, setting her apart from the other elves. She gazed at a monumental statue of an Elven hero who stood valiantly, his sword held high.
An Elven boy her age who nudged her with a wooden sword. "Eldrisa, do you want to play heroes and legends?" he asked, tossing her another wooden sword.
Eldrisa caught the sword. "Alright. I'm Veltress Grandeur, hero of Aardocia." Eldrisa said as she repeatedly swung the blade at him.
"Why do you always want to be that lowly human?" The boy asked, while blocking the attacks. "She would be no match for Alaithor, the first emperor of the elves."
"Arminas, that's not nice. Humans are not lowly creatures." Eldrisa said, while pausing. "Uncle Voric's a human. Why would you say bad things about humans like that?"
"Uncle Voric is a Parmion, a human blessed by the gods to live longer than normal humans, a leader of mankind. He's different." Feeling a presence behind him, Arminas turned to see a man. He donned flowing robes of dark red and black, the rich colors contrasting strongly with the silver strands of his stubble and hair, which spoke of wisdom earned through the years. His expression was one of quiet humility, and he stood with a graceful composure, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of both strength and serenity.
"Up a little late, aren't we, children?" The man spoke in a discordant voice.
Eldrisa ran and hugged the man. "Uncle Voric, did you come to play with us?"
"Come to play? Who said it was time to play?" Voric pulled a wooden sword from behind his back. "Do I look like I'm ready to play?" he smiled.
"I nominate Uncle Voric to be the villain," Arminas suggested.
"Don't I get a choice?" Voric said, as they attacked him while running in. "Well, this isn't very fair."
"You are, Voric Griadan, the most malevolent villain of Elleasion!" Eldrisa declared as she struck a hero pose.
"Voric backed up with a confused look on his face. "I am?" He said as he defended as they rushed at him laughing. Their laughter filled the great halls of the castle that night.
Eldrisa, now grown, reflected on that night with a smile as she looked around in disbelief. However, her smile faded when she noticed the empty hall. The daylight shines through. Elves walked past her, surprising her once again. Then, a familiar voice caught her attention, and her smile returned.
"Do you recall the good old days, my lady?" Voric asked as he sat down beside her, his hair showing more gray.
"Hard to believe it was almost a hundred years ago we played here."
"We never forget the best times, do we?" Voric sighed while looking at the statue. "Alaithor, the first emperor, slayer of Zoldranas, the king of the dragons. You and Armanis always loved the heroes of legends."
"Armanis always picked on me for liking Valius. But to me, he was the one I looked up to the most. A human with no magic, airships, or allies at his side. Just him facing impossible odds."
"He would undoubtedly be among the strongest-willed if he were a genuine hero," Voric smirked. "Your little cousin has been aggravating me all day, looking for you."
Eldrisa giggled as she looked at Voric. "Oh no, where is Seldria? I'll go humor her a little."
"I believe she is in the eastern courtyard," Voric asked. "Do you know where the young prince is?"
"Arminas, I believe he is with his majesty right now, having a father-son moment."
"Great, I'll go fetch him. The boy is always avoiding his studies. I'm sure his father won't mind." Voric reached his hand to her. "I'll escort you through the castle until we reach the throne room.
Eldrisa stood up and took Voric's arm as they walked through the castle. While walking down a staircase near the main hall, they noticed an Elven male leading a group of elves toward the throne room. The leader was in a striking silver coat elegantly adorned with intricate black silk trim. His brown hair, meticulously slicked back, accentuated his strong features and commanding presence. Every aspect of his appearance emanated an air of nobility, drawing the attention of those around him and instilling a sense of respect."Why is he here?" Eldrisa asked in a hateful tone.
"I don't know. Maybe we should go find out." Voric said with a smirk of mischief.
They followed the elves from a distance as they entered the throne room alongside the group. Sneaking to the side of the room behind the columns, they listened as the elves approached the emperor and Arminas. Arminas sported long, flowing black hair that cascaded down his back when left loose. However, he preferred to style it in a sleek ponytail, accentuated the sharp lines of his face. The ponytail reached the bottom of his elegantly tailored black and gold tunic, which shimmered subtly with every movement he made, reflecting his compelling presence. Eldrisa sometimes would have to hide her blushing when around him.
As the emperor rose from his majestic throne, his opulent robes cascaded around him like a waterfall of rich fabric, each fold radiating an air of authority. His long, black hair danced lightly with the gentle breeze, framing his regal face and emphasizing the noble lines of his features. The room fell silent, all eyes drawn to the commanding figure, whose presence exuded power and grace as all bowed but one. "Lord Culvarion. I was just discussing the situation in the Nuriel Territory with my son."
"Why can't my brother go? He is a better suited for this than I am," Arminas suggested with a lowered head.
The emperor placed his hands on Arminas's shoulders. "My boy, you'll be fine. It's not for certain that it's a battle. You're going to see what the Nuriel needs from us. Their request is curious."
"I am not diplomat." Arminas asked, a note of worry in his voice.
"You will do fine. Also you will have ten of the finest Wyrmguard to protect you," the emperor said.
"Emperor Alldaron, I wish to address some additional concerns," Culvarion interjected. "There are other matters we need to discuss. The prince can stay; I believe he will suffice." He then gestured to his followers. "You may leave us now. Eldrisa, you can remain if you wish."
Alldaron stated out loud. "Voric is my friend, my lord. I wish him to stay."
Voric and Eldrisa exchanged knowing smirks before approaching the throne. Voric glanced at Culvarion, feeling uneasy, and his distaste for him was obvious. "Your Majesty," he said with a smile as he greeted Alldaron.
"Voric, hold your tongue. Just because the emperor has permitted you to stay doesn't mean you need to speak. This is a matter of the empire," Culvarion said firmly, his eyes locked onto Voric for but a second.
"Voric, please hold your words for later, please," Alldaron suggested. "Now, what matter do you wish to discuss?"
"The need for a Wyrmguard on an escort mission," Culvarion stated furiously. "I deny your request. I need my warriors out on the battlefield in Dolgrus."
"I requested it for my son. He will need protection." Alldaron said.
"The Royal guard is more than enough for this occasion. The Wyrmguard is not to be used for nonsense." Culvarion said.
Alldaron pondered for a moment and said. "Alright, how about just two? Sure, you can part with just two of them, at the least."
Culvarion glanced at Arminas. "I will send one of my choosing," he said firmly.
"Just one." Arminas said. "One will not be enough!"
"Silence boy," Culvarion said sternly. "For a mission such as this, it will suffice." He approached Arminas with a serious face. "You may be emperor one day. You will learn your place in the order of events. Be strong and brave. Do not count on others to protect you."
Arminas looked at his father with disapproval. "Why do you allow him to speak to you like that? You are the emperor," he said.
"Enough Arminas! My apologies, My Lord. He will learn manners, I promise you. Prepare for departure." Alldaron ordered.
Armanis looked down with anger. "As you wish."
Culvarion looked down at Arminas with a harsh look. "It is alright. He is still but a boy." He turned to the emperor.
Arminas felt a powerful pressure from Culvarion, causing a shiver down his spine. His hand trembled, urging fear. He backed away slowly. As if the magic aura warned him, he should be quiet.
"I will return later to speak with you about what you should communicate to the people." Culvarion looked distastefully at Voric. "These matters are of great importance. I will give you time to finish your meeting." He turned and walked toward the doors as they opened.
"One Wyrmguard for a prince of Lisorin?" Voric asked. "What are you playing at, Culvarion?" he thought. "I will accompany the prince on this endeavor. He has very little experience in these matters, after all. I am his mentor, after all."
Alldaron paused, lost in thought. He looked at Voric and nodded with approval. "Alright, thank you, my old friend." He sighed.
Voric looked away when something came to his mind. He turned back. "May I offer a proposal, your Majesty?"
"And what might that be?"
"Aardocia has made advancements in their military. New soldiers they call Ultrament knights. They can wield magic like the elves." Voric said in confidence. "Prime Minister Amdir would be proud to assist, I'm sure."
Alldaron looked curiously. "Humans wielding magic. The world truly is changing." He smirked. "I'll send word to Amdir at once. Thank you, my friend."
"I wish to go as well." Eldrisa requested.
Alldaron looked at her with shock. "I cannot allow a lady of Lisorin to go into potential harm."
"I will be fine. I possess healing magic. I can heal people," Eldrisa said without hesitation.
"No, your place is here. You will honor my wishes." Alldaron requested.
"But..."
"Do not disregard my rulings," Alldaron interrupted Eldrisa.
Eldrisa stormed out of the throne room in anger, tears streaming down her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her heavy footsteps echoed through the chamber.
Arminas looked at Alldaron and sighed. "I will watch her father. She will be fine."
Alldaron looked in surprise and sighed. "Even my son disregards my rulings. Fine then, she is your responsibility."
"I will protect her with my life, father," Arminas said as he and Voric walked away.
Alldaron sat on the throne, looking defeated. He wondered why he sat on a throne of hilarity. Seeing Armanis and Voric leave the room made him feel powerless as the doors slammed shut.
Looking over the city of Ybelithien, Eldrisa gazed at its beauty, from the tall silver skyscrapers to the luscious bright blue rivers flowing into the ocean that matched her eyes. She looked from one of the golden castle towers that stood over the rest of the city. Breathing and taking in the scene.
"I knew you would be here. Every time you get upset." Arminas said as he walked beside her. "I would find you here."
"What do you want, Arminas?"
"I wanted to let you know I spoke with my father. He has agreed to let you join us."
Eldrisa looked at him with a bright smile. "Really!" She hugged him tightly with excitement, then stepped back with embarrassment. "Sorry, my prince."
Arminas chuckled. "It's alright. However, I'm responsible for you, so you must listen to me. This is just a formal request—probably not much to worry about. I wouldn't be too enthusiastic. It's not a vacation," he said. "I still wonder why they requested a royal presence." He thought.
"It will be for me. I'll leave the politics to you and Voric. I want to see the world. When do we leave?"
"Pack light. We will leave on the airship to go to Aardocia in the morning. From there, we make our way to Galeirian."
"I best go find Sheldria and tell her. The city of the sky." Eldrisa grinned with anticipation as she and Arminas watched an airship soar above them. The roar of the wind and the engine filled the air, while a strong breeze blew around them. They gazed at the airship as it flew off into the distance.
The morning light streamed through the window, waking Dison in his apartment in Silverstone, the capital of Aardocia. As he stirred, bells ringing and people chatting outside made him uneasy. He turned to look at Rosetta, who was peacefully asleep beside him. Watching her sleep filled him with a sense of calm. Just then, he heard footsteps approaching his room. The door blasted open, causing him to sit up abruptly and wake Rosetta. Kaida barged in without warning.
"Dison, did you..." Kaida looked at Rosetta. "Rosetta, I didn't know you were here. I apologize. I'll come back later," she said, giving Dison an evil eye as she closed the door.
Rosetta smiled at Dison and said, "Good morning, " as she stretched.
"Goodmorning." Dison smiled back with embarrassment. "I need to put a lock on that door, I think."
Rosetta laughed. "Couldn't hurt."
Rosetta watched as Dison got dressed in his uniform—black armor. "You're just out of training and already want to go to work. Ugh, why?"
"Rosan asked me to see him as soon as possible."
"That armor looks great on you," Rosetta said, gazing at Dison with admiration.
"Does it? It doesn't feel like me."
"You are going to have to get used to it."
"You don't wear it."
"I'm a lieutenant. I can adjust my armor to my liking." Rosetta approached and kissed Dison. "Also, we keep this a secret, okay? Rosan doesn't mind, but his superiors might."
"Oh. I see. I like secrets." Dison said, adjusting his breastplate. "I wonder what my first mission will be?"
"I don't know, but don't get too excited. You're new, so guard duty, more than likely."
Dison sighed. "I hope not." He jumped at a banging on the door.
"Hurry, you two," Kaida shouted.
"You know, I feel like she has changed since her training. She's a lot louder than she used to be," Dison blurted out. "Is healer training really that tough?"
"Elayne can be pretty intense. And her sister is just like her."
"She has a sister?"
Yes, she has a younger sister named Clara. Imagine Elayne with shorter hair and being much more bossy. They are quite the handful together. I can't imagine what they must put poor Kaida through.
Kaida pounded on the door insistently. "We're going to be late!" she shouted. From inside, Dison called out, "We're coming!"
Kaida walked down the hall to Tina's room and overheard her talking to someone. Oddly enough, she also heard a dog whimpering. Kaida opened the door and found Tina alone, already dressed.
"Tina, who are you talking to?" Kaida asked.
"No one," Tina said suspiciously.
Kaida looked around the room, illuminated by the sunlight from the window, and at Tina skeptically. "Are you hiding a dog in here?"
"Nope." Tina said as she walked past her and continued down the hall.
Kaida glanced back into the room, feeling uncertain. "I could have sworn I heard a dog in here," she thought as she closed the door and followed Tina.
The sound of footsteps filled the great hall of the Silverstone castle as Rosan and Elayne walked down it. They entered the dining room, where the king was sitting and eating. They walked to the end of the long table lit by occult crystals. Kneeling down with respect, they both said, "Your Majesty. King Yurien" The king sat before a large window, with the morning light streaming through and making his night robe shine.
King Yurien looked at them while chewing. "Commander Rosan and Captain Elayne. I summoned you here this morning for a few reasons."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Rosan said.
The king stood up from the table and walked to the window. He gazed outside with a slight smirk. "I didn't call for you, Captain. Could you please wait outside?"
Elayne looked at Rosan with worry. "Yes, your Majesty," she said before standing up and leaving the room. She shut the door quickly behind her.
Rosan stood with a look of concern. "Your majesty. Is there a problem?"
"Commander, Prime Minister Amdir wants to speak to you. I ask you this here before you go before him. The rumors of Danestria have become interesting."
"I made my full report. It was bandits who attacked the town."
"Undead bandits?" The king sneered.
"These stories are nothing but someone's imagination."
"Well, regardless of the facts, he has requested speaking with you in person. I shall escort you to his manor. Come." The king walked past Rosan.
Rosan looked out the window and watched the birds land in the yard, pecking at the ground. Watching them made him feel like a worm, ready to be swallowed whole by a bird. He turned and followed the king, preparing himself.
The streets of Silverstone always teemed with people. Kaida and Tina stepped out on the road with caution. They were still getting used to the big city and sometimes yearned to return to Danestria with every breath. Kaida handed Tina a bag. "Here, this will have to do for today."
"Potato cakes again?" Tina said with disappointment.
"It'll have to do. You head on to school."
"Fine." Tina rolled her eyes and ambled down the street.
Kaida gave a stern look. "Bye!"
Tina waved her hand and said, "Yeah, bye!" with little effort. She continued down the road for a bit before encountering a group of kids in an alley, the shortcut she often took to get to school.
"Look what we have here. A country girl." A boy who seemed to lead the group said. He wore fancy-tailored clothes. "Do you like school here in the peasant part of town?"
"It's probably still nicer than that shithole you came from," another boy blurted out and laughed.
"I don't have time for you." Tina tried to walk by, but the boy pushed her back.
"I didn't say you could leave, peasant." The leader said.
"Let me pass." Tina demanded.
"No, we haven't finished playing yet."
Tina closed her eyes with annoyance. She looked back into the dark alley. "Just scare them."
"Who are you talking to, peasant? Your imaginary friend." he turned to others, laughing before he heard a growl. He and the others looked down the alley with curiosity. "You have a dog? What's a dog going to do?" His eyes widened as Alivia walked out of the shadows, growling and snapping.
"That's not a dog! That's a bear!" One boy yelled as he ran away, with everyone following him.
Alivia approached Tina and licked her face. Tina stroked her chin. "I hate what you are now, but it comes in handy sometimes." She smiled. They turned and walked down the alley as Alivia faded away.
The creaking sound of the gates swinging open reverberated through the quiet neighborhood, momentarily drowning out the rhythmic huffs of the horse straining to pull the luxurious carriage. As the carriage slowed, the coachman, clad in a polished uniform, stepped down and swung the door open with a flourish.
As Rosan stepped from the carriage, the manor's magnificence captivated him. The golden fountain glimmered in the sunlight, its water dancing gracefully, while intricate trim adorned the tall walls, reflecting the opulence of the architecture. The manor towered majestically over the surrounding buildings, boasting an Elven aesthetic of shimmering gold and silver, creating a fairy tale atmosphere in the city's heart.
The king took the lead and guided him inside. They walked through the building in silence, feeling uneasy as the elves in the manor stared at them. They approached a golden door adorned with trees and illuminated by a holy light. An Elven guard in silver armor stepped forward to greet them.
"Rosan Aldaric?" The elf spoke with authority.
Rosan looked at the guard with irritation. "Yes."
As the doors opened and echoed throughout the hall, the elf gestured him inside. "You may enter. Remember to only speak when allowed."
Rosan walked into the room. The king followed until the elf halted him in his tracks. The king looked at the elf in confusion.
"Human, your presence was not called for. You may leave." The elf directed the king back down the hall.
The king shot a fierce glare but nodded in acknowledgment before striding out of the room. As the heavy door swung shut behind him, Rosan stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to an Elven male seated at a polished wooden table. The elf was surprisingly round for his kind, his cheeks whole and rosy, which gave him a jolly appearance. Embellished in elegant robes of deep green and shimmering gold. The fabric catching the light, highlighting his distinctive charm.
"This is Amdir?" Rosan thought with surprise.
Amdir motioned Rosan toward him. "Come, do not be shy." He said with food in his mouth.
Rosan approached the table and noticed a plate of food set out for someone else. He glanced around suspiciously. The roll seasoned with herbs and raisins, and the meat wrapped in a thin layer of bread, accompanied by peppers and onions mixed in a sweet glaze.
"It is Frechcur. My favorite Elven breakfast. Deer with a sweet glaze of honey and cinnamon." Amdir said with a gesture of a chef's kiss. "It's to die for. Come and eat with me."
Rosan sat at the table with caution. The flavor overwhelmed him as he took a bite.
"Good, isn't it? You would think I poisoned it from how you look at it," Amdir laughed. "No, if I wanted you dead, I would not need poison." Amdir then gave a serious look with his eyebrows raised. "I want to ask you about the situation in Danestria. I've heard many rumors about undead and bandits, but that doesn't concern me. My primary concern is how you handled the situation. Given the limited resources at your disposal, could you explain how you dealt with this problem? You may speak freely."
Rosan thought momentarily before answering, "I rallied the town guards and the units that came with me. We hurried the civilians inside the wall and closed the gates. We saved the ones we could from the bandits. My lord."
"I heard stories they had a giant and a deserter, Wyrmguard. They say you slayed them both."
Rosan looked in surprise. "Yes, my lord."
"Oh, do not look so surprised. We have our ways of knowing things just as you humans do," Amdir said excitedly. "I also know when someone is lying to me."
Rosan looked with a stern look. "I am not lying, my lord."
"Just bending the truth a little. Oh, I understand entirely, of course. Necromancy would only lead to the extermination of that town. The poor residents who had nothing to do with it would all perish."
Rosan glanced at his sword, reflecting on the townspeople he had helped rebuild their homes with. He remembered the young girl he had saved from the undead. His heavy breathing revealed his desperation.
Amdir looked at him with a smug smirk. Sitting back in his seat, he sighed. "Let us keep it between us, shall we? You are not a good liar, are you? But I look at your strength and think you are a perfect specimen."
Rosan sighed in relief, but still wondered what Amdir desired. "Excuse me for asking, but I feel you need something from me, my lord."
Amdir took a bite of food and chewed it while speaking. "I have had a request from the Emperor himself." He swallowed his food and took a drink from a pearl glass. "His youngest son will need an escort of Ultramant Knights. His destination is Galeirian."
"The city in the sky, my lord?"
"Yes. The altitude would kill anyone without magic. And since you handled the so-called bandits with such success. Well, I thought you would be the perfect specimen for this mission."
"Can I make a request? That you leave the town of Danestria alone. They've suffered enough. My lord."
Amdir chuckled. "We can arrange that. We certainly wouldn't want the people of Aardocia to question our integrity, would we? However, the next time you lie, make sure you do it better, or be prepared for the consequences. A word of caution. Arch Minister Culvarion is not as lenient as I am." He bit into a roll. "Now, eat up. The prince and his party will be here this evening. You need to choose the most capable members of your unit to accompany you."
Rosan stared at his food without appetite but forced himself to eat. The silence was broken by the annoying sounds of Amdir's aggressive chewing.
In the northeastern part of Silverstone, Kaida strolled through the grand halls of the mage academy, a magnificent structure pulsating with an airy, magical energy. The polished marble walls shimmered as they cast an enchanting emerald glow, illuminating the corridor with a mystical light. As she moved deeper into the building, she could sense the intensity of the gazes fixed upon her—curious, cautious, and perhaps envious. The weight of their scrutiny quickened her steps, and a tingle of unease crept down her spine, urging her to move faster through the enchanted labyrinth of knowledge and power.
Opening a door with a noisy knob, Kaida rushed into the room, where Elayne looked at her with raised eyebrows, looking up from a book on a table. The table had vials and potions scattered all over it. Kaida slammed the door and gave Elayne a smirk.
"Kaida, what brings you here so early? My sister won't be here for another hour." Elayne asked as she started glancing at the pages again.
Kaida approached Elayne and placed the creepy black tome she had quietly snuck from Tina's bedroom on the table. "I want to know what this is and why my sister has it," she said thoughtfully.
Elayne opened it slowly, looking at Kaida with intensity. Looking through the pages, she sighed. "It looks like a cookbook to me, " she smirked unconvincingly with worry.
"What?" Kaida exclaimed as she grabbed the book and quickly flipped through its pages, her breath coming in short, angry bursts. The book didn't contain the eerie writing she had seen before; instead, it had a list of recipes on each page. "No, every time I try to bring this book with me, it eludes me. This time it's making a fool of me."
"I think you're under a lot of stress," Elayne said gently. "You need to get out and live a little. How about this evening, we hit the spa? Let's all take a moment to relax. You, Clara, and I." She placed her hand around Kaida and walked her out of the room.
Feeling defeated, Kaida looked at Elayne with gratitude. "Maybe," she said before walking away and leaving the book behind.
The roar of an airship echoed through the clouds above Silverstone, its shadow briefly blocking the sun over the fields as farmers glared at it approaching the ground. Its silver and pearl exterior made it look heavenly. Arminas leaned over the side of the deck, gazing at the small villages below. The sound of clanking armor approached as a knight came to stand beside him. The knight's silver and golden armor perfectly fit her frame.
"They appear exceedingly small from this height, almost like ants searching for food," Arminas said as he leaned over. "So, this is Aardocia? Nothing too fancy, but it looks peaceful."
The knight removed her helmet, revealing long brown hair, and rosy lips adorned with lipstick. "My prince, may I speak?"
"Stop that. You can talk to me anytime with no need permission, Ryallda."
"I need to know why we brought the human with us. The Emperor's pet should..."
Arminas gave an angry look at Ryallda. "Do not call him a pet. Voric is not a mere human."
Ryallda paused and lowered her eyes. "I meant no offense, my prince." She leaned up against the rail. "I just wanted to know why he's here. He doesn't really belong with elves."
"Voric is a Parmion. A human blessed with a long life by the gods of his order. Blessed so they could lead humans to create paradise." Arminas looked to Voric, who was talking to Eldrisa. "My father found him on the forgotten continent after the plague wiped out everyone. The humans there betrayed him and the other Parmions."
"Why would they betray their leaders?"
"Humans are weak. They became envious and were unwilling to follow the path of the Parmion."
"Then the plague came to that continent. Do you think it was punishment?"
"I'm not sure, but I know Voric has endured much. He saw his wife and two children burn before his eyes."
Ryallda looked at Voric with pity. "I couldn't imagine going through that. But that still doesn't answer my question, my prince."
"He wanted to come with me. He's a better politician than I'll ever be."
"Don't sell yourself short, my prince. I'm sure you'll be a natural, just like your father."
"So, you're the only Wyrmguard that Culvarion sent," Arminas remarked, a playful smirk curling at the corners of his lips. He leaned slightly forward, his eyes assessing the newcomer. "Tell me, are you good in a fight?"
Ryallda gazed at him with a wicked glint and a sly smirk. "Are you eager to discover the truth, my prince?" she teased, her voice dripping with intrigue and challenge.
"I think I do. Culvarion sent you. What's the reason? Are you the best one to protect me, or are you the one he doesn't need on the battlefield?"
"I'd watch my tongue, prince. It can get you into trouble."
Arminas backed away and drew his saber. "I think I struck a nerve." He readied his blade. "Come on, show me why he sent you?"
Ryallda drew her long rapier. "I'll show you, my prince." She rushed in at him, striking furiously. But Arminas guarded every attack.
Eldrisa sighed tiredly as she looked at Arminas with concern and curiosity. "Oh, what are you doing, Arminas?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "You shouldn't anger the one who's supposed to protect you on this mission!"
Voric's grinned as he looked at his companion. "You know, Arminas is just... well, Arminas, after all," he said with a hint of amusement. He then let out a long, weary sigh.
Eldrisa yelled at Arminas in anger as the two fought on. "Arminas, you fool, stop this!"
"We're just having a bit of fun, right?" Arminas said with a smirk. "Show me what you can do!"
"You asked for it, remember that!" Ryallda declared with fierce determination as she leaped back, the wind whipping around her like a tempest. With a graceful flourish, she summoned a powerful gust that surged forth, striking Arminas with such force that sent him hurtling off the ship's side.
Ryallda's heart raced as she rushed to the ship's edge, her eyes wide with concern. There he was, dangling precariously from the side, struggling to find a grip. She channeled her magic without hesitation, weaving a spell that commanded the wind to cradle him gently and lift him back onto the deck.
Once he was safely on board, she hurried to his side, her voice trembling with worry as she asked, "Are you all right, my prince?" The urgency in her tone mirrored the concern etched on her face.
Arminas looked at her with disappointment. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said as he withdrew. Walking away, he lowered his head in shame.
Ryallda looked at Eldrisa with curiosity. "Why didn't he defend against the attack?"
Eldrisa looked and lowered her eyes. "Arminas can not perform magic yet." She turned to anger hastily. "But you could've killed him. All just to show off what you can do. You're lucky if I don't report you for your foolishness."
Ryallda looked at Arminas with regret. "I didn't mean to. A noble that can not perform magic yet at his age. I've never heard of such a thing."
"May I speak, my lady?" Voric asked politely.
Ryallda looked at Voric with a kind smile. "You do not need to ask that of me. Yes, you may."
"How long have you been a Wyrmguard?" Voric asked without hesitation.
"Just a few years. Why do you ask?" Ryallda said.
"A few years. The Arch Minister assigned us a Wyrmguard in training to protect the prince," Eldrisa interrupted. "Does he not care if anything happens to the royal family?"
"I apologize, my lady," Ryallda said sorrowfully as Eldrisa walked away angrily, following Arminas.
Voric looked at Ryallda with compassion. "It's okay. We'll have support from the Aardocian knights and the royal guard as well. We'll be fine," he said, trying to comfort her. He turned and walked away into the ship's quarters.
Ryallda gazed at Arminas, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "I will not let harm come to you, my prince," she promised, her voice steady and reassuring. With a gentle sigh, she shifted her gaze to the horizon, where the shimmering spires of the City of Silverstone appeared in the distance.
The afternoon arrived quickly. Dison sat at one of the long granite tables in the barracks dining hall, sharing a meal with Talbis and Rivera. Armor and weapons lined the walls of the dining hall. Crowded with the sound of conversations. As they discussed their training, Dison's mind wandered. He was genuinely uninterested in the conversation but still tried to acknowledge their words. Instead, he reflected on the visions he had seen and the voice he heard in his dreams.
"Dison!" Talbis shouted. "Did you hear a word I said?"
"Yeah, sure." Dison said, looking puzzled.
"You're not even listening, damn it!" Talbis said with frustration. "These damn young kids."
"Oh, lighten up, dear. No one wants to listen to you ramble on about fighting tactics," Rivera said with a giggle. "I could listen all day, though," she added, leaning in for a kiss.
"This could save his life someday. Listen to me. You're in my company, so you know what that means, right?" Talbis asked.
"My ass belongs to you. I believe that's what you said," Dison laughed.
"Well, that too, but you're in my care." Talbis added.
"Yes, mom." Dison laughed as he noticed Rosetta coming toward him.
Rosetta sat next to Dison, smiling. "If you keep looking at me like that, we'll have a problem," she said with a mischievous grin as she took a bite of her food. "Is Talbis boring you with battle tips again?"
Talbis began mixing his food. "I'm just keeping quiet. Let you learn the hard way," he said as he took a bite.
Rosetta and Rivera chuckled as they continued eating. Urision approached them in a serious tone. "Rosetta, Talbis, Rosan has a mission for us."
"What about us?" Dison exclaimed, pointing his fork back and forth between himself and Rivera.
"What about you, Dison? We're the ones Rosan chose for this mission," Urision said seriously. "You are fresh out of training."
"I can handle myself out there," Dison said confidently, though he seemed unaware of the challenges ahead.
"Do you have ultrament crystals embedded in your body?" Urision asked smugly. "The mission we are going on requires them. We're going to Galeirian."
"What's Galrian?" Dison asked, looking confused.
"It's Galeirian," Rosetta chuckled. "It's the city of the sky people, known as the Nuriel. They live on floating islands to the north of Aardocia. You've never heard of them?"
"Floating islands?" Dison said in bafflement.
"Yep. I've read up on that area. The magic in that area has been unstable for years." Rivera added. "Giant occult crystals broke off the world, taking some land into the sky. It was always a dream of mine to see it."
"Sorry, Rivera, but Rosan only wants a small group. Also, without ultrament crystals, you two wouldn't be able to breathe at high altitudes," Urision said with empathy. "I'm sorry. You two will stick to your normal duties. Talbis, sister, come with me."
Talbis and Rosetta got up and followed Urision out of the lounge. Dison and Rivera sat in silence for a minute while Dison pondered. "So, we just do our normal duties?" he smirked.
Rivera nodded slowly. "Yes, our regular duties. Don't you go overthinking? You'll get us in trouble."
"I won't," Dison said slowly, stirring his food. "But..."
"Dison," Rivera said, giving him a disapproving look.
"Do you know of anyone that can help us?"
Rivera looked around slyly. "I might know one," she said with a mischievous smile. "Follow me." She stood up and gestured for Dison to follow her toward the exit. They left the dining hall, and the lively chatter inside faded away.
At the bustling northern port of Silverstone, Rosan stood beside Amdir, their eyes fixed on the massive ship slowly making its way into the harbor. The piercing sound of metal grinding against metal echoed through the air, a harsh symphony marking its arrival until, with a final shudder, the vessel stopped. Gradually, the colossal doors on the ship's side creaked open, revealing the dark interior within, as a sturdy ramp descended with a muted thud onto the weathered dock. Amdir's face lit up with joy, his smile radiating warmth as he spotted the prince approaching, flanked by his loyal escort, their figures framed against the backdrop of the bustling port.
"Ah, my prince. You look like a celestial being of divine radiance." A wicked grin spread across Amdir's face as he gestured toward Rosan. "This is Commander Rosan Aldaric of the Fifth Garrison. He and four others will accompany you to Galeirian. They are the finest ultrament knights in the kingdom. Some say they could defeat an entire army of undead." Amdir chuckled, glancing at Rosan with a mischievous expression.
Arminas approached Rosan with a look of disappointment. "They don't seem very strong, but I suppose they'll suffice." He glared at Amdir in anger. "Why aren't the others here, so we could leave this pigsty and head to Galeirian?"
"They are being summoned right now, my prince. I would like to serve you lunch while we wait. How about Gariliak Animos sound? It's a splendid dish for before a flight."
"I'm not hungry. Please hurry and get the others so we can leave," Arminas urged as he grew impatient.
Eldrisa approached Arminas with a calm smile. "It's okay, my prince. I am a little hungry. I'm sure the others could use a bite. There's no hurry."
Arminas turned away from Eldrisa with a sigh. "Fine, but we need to be quick."
"Excellent, my prince. I'll have the chef get started right away," Amdir said.
Rosan watched as the three walked away, noticing Voric's suspicious gaze directed at him. "You're a human. Is there something I can help you with?"
Voric smirked. "I'm sorry, but you remind me of so many beings I've seen in my long lifetime. Willing to throw your life away for your people. You already sacrificed some of your life for that magic you wield. Just be careful not to throw it all away for the wrong reason."
"I don't understand the question. Is there a point to your words?" Rosan said seriously.
"I see that second sword. I know what it is. Does everyone else?" Voric pointed out. "A cursed blade."
"I will only use it if I must. It's a last resort."
Voric got very close to him. "I pray for all of us. That it doesn't come to you selling your mind, body, and soul for a last resort," he said as he walked past him. "Cause then you might become the enemy you fight so hard against." He added.
"It won't," Rosan said to Voric's back. He turned to see Ryallda in front of him, surveying him. He felt her magical pressure surrounding him as she stared at him.
"You humans are curious specimens. Your lives are brief, yet you clasp at magic, which makes your lives even shorter. Your bodies are not strong enough to wield such power." Ryallda looked at him with a self-satisfied expression. "I wonder how strong you are. Maybe one day I'll see for myself," she said as she walked by him.
Rosan watched everyone leave, followed by the royal guard. "What is all of this about?" He wondered as he gazed over the city.
A tiny drop of blue liquid falls into a glass flask containing green liquid. Clara sighed in relief as she watched the potion mixture change color. Her beautiful crystal blue eyes gleamed with excitement through her glasses, and a smile spread across her face as she stirred it. She brushed her short, light purple hair out of her eyes, eager to see the results.
She turned to Kale, standing at the door with his arms crossed in his new steel and chrome guardian armor. "What do you think?" she asked, holding the flask up.
Kale looked in confusion. "I don't know. It seems like every other potion in this place." He looked at all the tables and shelves filled with potions.
"You need to relax more. I am perfecting a potion to breathe underwater, so one day we can visit Aqualaydia—the people of the ocean." Clara rushed toward him. "Have you ever met one?"
"Can't say I..."
"They're incredible creatures. They can withstand pressure and breathe underwater. I met one while I was traveling, and it was an amazing experience." Clara ran back to the table and grabbed the flask. "One day, I'll visit their city beneath the ocean."
Kale rolled his eyes as he adjusted his armor. "How did that damn elf talk me into this? This armor is so damn uncomfortable," he pondered. Just as he turned to exit the room, Rivera barged in unexpectedly, swinging the door open and hitting him. He rubbed his head with a sigh.
"Sorry." Rivera said as she and Dison went to Clara. "I have a proposal for you." She leaned in and whispered into Clara's ear.
"Galeirian! Really! The Nuriel, the people of the sky," Clara blurted out.
"Shhh." Rivera put her hand over Clara's mouth. "We need to keep it down. Kale, close the door."
Kale closed the door, wishing he were on the other side. "Whatever it is, just leave me out of it."
Dison looked at Clara in confusion. "You look just like your sister. This is the first time I've actually met you. I'm Dison; you're teaching my sister Kaida."
"Oh, really? Kaida is an exceptional alchemist. She learns quickly," Clara said as she walked over to her desk and pulled out four amulets from the drawer.
"Yeah, she has always been smart," Dison said.
Clara walked back and presented the amulets. "I made these a few months ago. They fill your lungs with magic, allowing you to breathe at high altitudes. Of course, their magic has its limits. They will only last for one day."
"Well, two days is more than enough." Rivera reached for them.
Clara pulled them back. "One day. Kale and I will go with you."
Rivera closed her eyes. "I'll accept that; I have no other option. They belong to you."
Kale looked with surprise. "Now wait, I didn't agree with this."
Clara strolled up to him. "Oh, come on. You're assigned as my new guardian, after all."
"I suppose the last one left because of your actions," Kale stated. "Why do I feel you're constantly going to get me into these situations?" he said, looking at Dison.
Dison shrugged. "Come on, Kale. This will be an adventure to remember!"
"We need to sneak onto the airship they're using to reach the northern port of the kingdom," Rivera said as she approached a map of the country hanging on the wall. She pointed to the port located just beneath the mountain range.
"Won't they just fly onto Galeirian? Why would they get off there?" Dison asked.
"The airships still can't go that far yet. They'll land there and then fly griffins the rest of the way." Rivera said.
"So how do we get there?" Kale interrupted. "Are we going to steal griffins?" he said sarcastically.
"Great idea, Kale. See, you're really engaging in." Clara said, patting him on the back.
Kale sighed with exhaustion. "I didn't mean to..." He paused, then added, "Never mind."
"Alright, we need to get to ship and sneak aboard." Rivera said.
Kale sighed again. "I will regret this," he said as he walked out the door, following the others leaving the room.
Tina walked cautiously along the cobblestone path beside the wall in a dark sewer beneath Silverstone, trying to hold her nose to block out the foul smell. With a piece of wood in one hand, she struggled not to slip. The sound of dripping and running water echoed through the narrow tunnels. Eventually, she reached a hole in the wall and crawled through it.
She looked around and saw broken, charred furniture among the campfire remnants. She placed the wood into the fire pit. "Hello," her voice echoed through the small cave.
"Tina," a voice echoed back. A five-year-old girl holding a stuffed doll walked out of the shadows, wearing a ragged dress resembling nobility. She ran to Tina and embraced her. "Have you found my brother yet?"
Tina looked past her at another boy, around ten years old, who approached. He wore ragged clothes and a black scarf with a grim look. "Our brother is dead, isn't he?"
Tina looked down in sorrow before smiling at them. "No, I haven't found him yet. But I will."
"Darecil, you shouldn't talk like that." The girl said.
Darecil went over and to get the fire going. "Shut up, Bria. He's gone. We'll never see him again." He rubbed two sticks together to get a spark over some papers. "It's always so damn cold down here."
"Stop it, brother. Darin is fine. He's just lost." Bria said with tears in her eyes.
Tina embraced Bria, saying, "I promise I will do everything I can."
"Thank you, big sis," Bria said, sobbing.
Darecil started the fire and added some wood to it. "I hate this place. I hate the man who took everything from us. He'll pay. The with the scar. I swear it." The flame flickered upward for just a moment.
Tina felt warmth from the flame, looking at Darecil with sorrow. "Just give me a little more time; I'll do what needs to be done," she thought. Then, glancing toward the corner hidden in the shadows, Tina's expression shifted to rage as she watched Darecil and Bria warm their hands over the fire.
The wind howled fiercely as Dison and his team approached an airship. They walked casually toward the lower entrance, which the mechanics used for access. Upon entering, they encountered a large man with a thick mustache and an enormous belly who towered over them. They all felt intimidated and looked at him with wide eyes.
"What are you doing on my ship?" The man growled.
"Uhh." Clara stuttered. "We."
The man busted out laughing, easing their demeanor. "Dison and Rivera. It's good to see you. So what brings you to my ship, and why are you sneaking in?"
"It's good to see you, Garibus. We need a lift to the north. We heard this ship is headed in that direction." Rivera said.
"You're trying to follow the Elven escort, aren't you?" Garibus interrupted.
Rivera looked with an embarrassed smirk. "Maybe."
"I'd expect this attitude from Dison, but not from a rising lieutenant. What would Rosan think?" Garibus remarked. "However, I would love to see the city in the sky one day. I wouldn't dream of stopping you. They say it's an enchanting city. You'll have to tell me all about it. Do we have a deal?" He extended his hand.
Rivera took his hand and shook it. "We have a deal."
Dison wandered down the corridor, looking around. Pipes and hoses twisted along the walls, and his footsteps echoed with metal clanking. He heard a chuckle behind him, and he looked behind him with a smirk but saw nothing. Using his senses, he listened and looked all around with intensity, ready for anything.
He rubbed his head as he felt something hit it. A bolt landed in front of him, bouncing off. Looking up, with a sigh, Dison saw a twelve-year-old girl wearing overhauls and a hat hanging over a big hose above him. "You got me, Starry."
"I always do," Starry said as she pulled a sucker out of her mouth and then popped it back in. She jumped down with her hands in her pockets. "So, where's the crew?" she muttered, the sucker still in her mouth.
Dison looked up. "How do you get in these places?" He rubbed his head. "They should be along shortly. But they can't know we're here."
Starry reached out her hand. "Five coins."
"Five coins..."
"Ten."
Dison sighed and groaned. "Okay, ten coins." He placed the coins in her hand.
Starry placed the money in her pocket. "My lips are sealed." She smiled.
He approached a nearby window and saw Rosan and his group, accompanied by Talbis, Urision, Silvara, and Elayne, walking toward the ship. Starry stood beside him, peering out. On both sides of the group, the royal guard marched in formation, escorting them up the ramp to the main entrance.
The sound of the engine roaring echoed in everyone's ears. The ship's interior was plain, with white walls and red rugs leading down every corridor.
Amdir approached Rosan and Ryallda, looking around the ship with disgust. "This ship's design reeks of human craftsmanship," he remarked as he neared Rosan. "Commander Rosan Will be in charge of this mission. I hope the trip will be safe for the prince."
"My Lord, should not I be in charge of this mission? It's a Wyrmguards duty." Ryallda interrupted.
Amdir looked at Ryallda with impatience. "Do not question me. You are merely a new Wyrmguard. An elf who is barely out of the crib should not undermine my authority."
"Yes, my lord." Ryallda lowered her head.
Amdir smiled jolly. "Don't have too much fun." He walked to Arminas. "My Prince, I wish you a safe journey. I shall await your safe return. I'll have a delectable meal prepared for your imminent return."
Arminas looked at Amdir with embarrassment. "Yes, Lord Amdir, thank you." He watched Amdir stroll off with his guards, leaving the ship. He overheard Amdir say, "Get me off this disgusting ship before I vomit."
The ship's doors sealed shut with a thud, sending a shiver through the hull as it lifted off the ground. The roar of the engine mixed with the rushing wind, creating a thrilling cacophony as they soared into the sky. Dison pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the window, his heart racing with anticipation.
The sprawling city below transformed into a vibrant tapestry of movement and light. With each passing second, the familiar landscape faded into a distant blur against the ground. Dison smiled broadly as he watched the city vanish over the horizon.