Warning: While this story is independent from the plot line of The Crystal Tower: Edelix, it is recommended reading the book first, HOWEVER, you do not need to read the book first to enjoy this short insight. Remember, the first goal for these stories is to broaden the world and the mythos, and the second goal is to add content to the book.
Leaving the city wall was not an experience new to him. He had traveled to the many villages close to the City of the Elves. But his two companions clearly betrayed their awe as they walked out of the wall for the first time.
“Didn’t you two come to pray to Azurah the day our king left?” he asked, remembering the night he had joined the thousands of elves outside the wall to pray to Azurah, lifting their crystal for her to see.
“We did not join in the prayer to Azurah, we were protecting the Councilor’s Hall,” replied one.
“And why were you protecting the Councilor’s hall?” asked Elesliel.
“Because protection to both the Meeting Hall of the Ninety Nine Elves and the Councilor’s Hall we bolstered that week, from what we heard, the assassins would probably attack there first,” replied the second.
“But the assassins never showed up here. I just hope nothing happened to our king.”
“I doubt anything would happen to him, I have seen him in training, he is deadly regardless of his powers, he is a natural. But with his powers, I would never want to stand up to him, he would burn me in second. From what I saw, he prefers to use fire.”
“An odd element, only the evil kings and queens like to use fire as their element of choice, and if I recall, all good kings and queens preferred water as their element of choice…he couldn’t be more opposite,” he said, frowning. “Was his fire black?”
“No, his fire was red, but it was dark red, and I could distinguish some dark fire, but not much. Would it matter if his fire was black?”
Elesliel looked at the horizon, their talk had been quite interesting, and they had managed to move quite a distance from the City of the Elves. They traveled on their Horned Steeds. The horses were smarter than normal horses, which were now all but extinct on Edelix. Horned Steeds would travel to kingdoms to serve riders in exchange of safe heaven and food, unlike their wild counterparts, who wished to be free on a world as dangerous as it was beautiful. There were things that lived on the wild that gave nightmares to the bravest of men and elf.
Elesliel quickly shrug the uneasiness that traveled down his spine. Instead, he paid attention to his companion.
He extended his hand in front of him. “Incato Nox Fira,” he whispered. His hand was then enveloped in black fire. His companions watched his burning hand as he stared at them. Their expressions were of slight interest, but being mages themselves, they didn’t find the idea of fire on a mans had to be scary at all.
“I am a dark mage, as you both know. My magic is summoned from the realm of Nox. If I were to cast from the realm of Luz, my spells would falter and even endanger my life. Your fire is red because you summon from the realm of Luz, but what this means, why we should be somewhat concerned as to our king’s fire being dark, is because he summons from darkness. It is very unusual, since his mother summoned from the realm of Luz, he should also summon from her realm, but for a reason I cannot fathom, his heart is dark, much like the hearts of the evil kings and queens.”
“Are you saying our king is evil?”
“Alestair, he may not be evil, but he has the capability of doing great harm. You say you saw darkness in his fire, and I treated him during stasis. What I saw was bothersome. He has a heart of darkness, but his heart of light is fighting against it. I fear the day his hear of light fails, because then, there will be no telling what great evil he can do. He is stronger than our queen, of that I can guarantee you.”
“What is keeping him from insanity, surely a battle like the likes you are telling us would cripple a man to madness.”
“Leonor, he is already so far from sanity, it was sad looking into his essence. The only one that keeps him from great evil is his sister. He loves her much, but her death has caused turmoil in his heart. I don’t know if this turmoil will ever clear. I don’t know what the future holds,” replied Elesliel.
Alestair and Leonor remained silent as they crossed the vast plain. The grass was green, but its usual shine was all but gone.
Elesliel looked at the sky, wanting the three suns to show from behind the dark clouds.
To be continued…
Copyright 2013 by Javier Duenes. All rights reserved.