Prayers to Azurah

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.

Many times she wondered what was the cause of her child’s death. When she gave birth to her most loved, the child died, never opening her eyes, or breathing a single breath. The pain of losing her daughter burned within her, it made her forget what else loved her. She forgot to love those that loved her, and in time, the ones that loved her forgot to lover her. She didn’t care for their love, though. Her love belonged only to her daughter, who now lived in paradise.

She walked outside her small hut. The ocean waves rolled over the soft sand, and washed away. A tear rolled down her cheek. Like every evening, she cried for the loss that had consumed her five years ago.

After countless nights of sorrow, she left everyone behind. She walked away from the Kingdom of Felia, and she never looked back. She came to find the ocean, and she built a small hut, where she lived for three years, alone, always remembering her dead daughter, wondering what she would become.

She made her way down to the ocean, allowing her feet to disappear under the warm waves of water. Her tears fell faster as she stood there, looking at the sunset.

She looked inside a pouch she carried hanging from her neck. From within, she took a blue crystal, whispered to Azurah, and lifted the crystal. The night let the light from the crystal shine bright. She knew Azurah was looking at her, acknowledging her because her crystal glowed bright. Only when Azurah looked did the crystal shine.

“My Goddess,” she began, he crying never ceasing, “Why did my daughter have to go? I can no longer bear the pain in my heart, it is too much. And for the first time, I have doubt about love. If I had not loved my husband, I would never have had my child, I would never have known the pain I now know. If love can destroy, why is love sought everywhere,” she fell to her knees, the water covering her legs. She stayed crying for an hour. The pain too much to bear.

She looked up, and found herself staring at the most beautiful woman. She donned a beautiful garment, her feet never touched the sand under the water.

“My child, your loss aches my hear. For five years, I have listened to your prayers, and until today, you never asked why it was she had to go. Her essence was weak, her pain too great. I took her to my kingdom to live a happy life, I took her to give her the opportunity she would never get here. The realm of mortals would have been her curse, and in time, she would have died. Now, however, I see my error. It was not my decision to make, it was yours. I never thought your pain would be as great, I only thought your pain would be worse if you held her for years in your arms, only to have her slip from your embrace, that, I could not allow. But it was your choice, and I never gave it to you. I am sorry.”

“My Goddess, you only had good intentions in your heart, for that I am thankful. And you are right, to have her slip from my grasp after years of having her in my embrace would have destroyed me. I thank you for allowing her an opportunity. The choice you made was the right one.”

Azurah smiled at the woman who knelt on the waves of the ocean. “Still, your pain aches my heart, and I wish to give you an opportunity. Come with me to my kingdom, leave this mortal realm behind and join me, so that you can be with your most loved.”

The woman looked at Azurah, she was crying rapidly, the tears in her eyes made her vision blurry. But what she was offered had been her greatest desire. She knew she no longer belonged in the realm of mortals, and knowing that, she accepted.

Azurah gave the woman her hand, and together they stood.

The lifeless body of the mother who lost her most loved fell into the water, a light shot into the sky, towards the Kingdom of Life.

Copyright 2013 by Javier Duenes. All rights reserved.



I am at the end of a very long road, one that has not been easy for me, and there are several paths to take. I should be delighted that I get to choose what path to take, but I’m so down that can’t stand up, and all I have been doing is sitting there, waiting for the storm that I have run away from. I feel like an idiot waiting, I should be running away, but, I can’t. I am waiting for that storm to catch up to me, I am scared, I am down, and worst, I don’t know what to do.

            My mind is perhaps so weak right now. I’ve been trying to avoid this, to avoid it all. It’s choking me, and now that I have acknowledged, I am finding it hard to breathe. I KNOW what I must do, but I don’t have the strength to do it. I am so down, darkness has overcome me, and I can’t find the light. My heart hurts, my entire being hurts. And worst, I know why, I know how to deal with what ails me, but I can’t do it…

            I don’t want to give up, I am not one to give up, but dam if it’s hard. I am not the same that I used to be, in so little I changed so much. I don’t like going out, I don’t feel like I belong here, I don’t have an appetite for much, and I feel like I am wasting away. I don’t know how to deal with this, there are some things that I feel uncomfortable saying, and I don’t want to be where I am. Not the physical place, but where my mind and soul are. They are lost, I am at a loss.

            Tomorrow is another day. Perhaps I will be out of this state that I am in. I don’t want it to continue, it is too overbearing and I cannot stand it. I want to be free from this. I am young, and I am juggling too much. But that’s the way I like it. I want to do a lot, so I can stay away from thinking, clearly it is my downfall.

            As a side note, I will not make it a habit of posting on Sundays. I want consistency, however, but I want Sundays to take a breath. What I write is sometimes a little too dark, and you will see what I mean on tomorrow’s post.

            Regarding Elesliel and his companions, the journey will soon end, but I don’t know when I will finish the fourth part. After that it will be a while before Elesliel returns. There are many more characters in the universe of The Crystal Tower, and they all deserve a spotlight!

            Finally, I want to share a rather personal post on Friday. Not a story but something I needed to write. It is past overdue, but it will come.

Barton Hallow review

If anything I play repeatedly, use repeatedly, eat repeatedly or do repeatedly, it is because I’m in love with said song, object, food or activity. And when I listen to an album countless times, it’s because I’m either borderline obsessed or just too lazy to change the album choice on my iPhone. And of the above, the former applies to me. I am borderline obsessed with The Civil Wars Barton Hallow album.

I discovered the album back when The Hunger Games came out. I heard Taylor Swift’s safe and sound and liked it, listening to it on repeat. I love Taylor Swift, and when I heard the background vocals, hunting and chilling, I loved the artist that had been featured alongside Taylor.

So, as any good ol’ American, I looked up The Civil Wars on Google. I was then lead to YouTube, where I heard Barton Hallow for the first time. I freaking loved it. I went into iTunes and purchased the album.

Even though I love the album, I would be as clueless as a cat trying to read Plato’s Republic. I wouldn’t be able to tell you the names of the duo that form The Civil Wars. All I know is the woman’s voice is beautiful, sometimes haunting, and definitely outstanding. The guy’s voice is equally impressive. And together, they make for a duo that I have never heard the likes of. But that’s just me, if you know duos like The Civil Wars, tell me, I would love to check them out!

Returning from my blatant sidetrack, I listened to the album, over and over and over and…well, you get the point. So, something that I play on repeat, I love, plain and simple.

Now, I must say, the album is a tad bit short. Regardless of length, I like almost every song. However, there is no song that I don’t like, it’s just I don’t listen to them as often as I do the rest. The main song I skip on occasion is The Violet Hour. Don’t get me wrong, the composition is cool, the melody somewhat sad, but Barton Hallow is all about the emotion.

The one song I play over and over is Falling. It’s sad. Recently though, I have been loving I Want You Back. I like the lyrics to all songs, with the exception of The Violet Hour, since there are no vocals.

I do want to point out the lyrics to To Whom it May Concern make little sense to me, I do understand them, and I do get the message and where they were headed with the lyrics, it’s just, well, me. I don’t get them even though I do. Maybe I’m just too complicated! Whatever!

20 years is one of my favorites in the album, not as close to my heart as I’ve Got This Friend, but close enough. C’est La Mort makes me want to cry, but I love that song. The vocals are top-notch.

Then we have My Father’s Father and Poison & Wine. Both excellent compositions. And Barton Hallow. If any song demonstrates the ability of both vocally, it’s Barton Hallow. The vocals are quite strong, and even though the message is quite dreary, I can’t help but get sucked in by the rhythm.

One of the earlier songs that I had on repeat was Girl With the Red Balloon. What can I say, I love balloons, well I used to. Hey I like Bloons Tower Defense! Maybe my love for balloons is still alive.

Birds of a Feather is quite a fun song, and who would go wrong with playing Dance Me To The End of Love at their weeding!

I really hope you revisit The Civil Wars Barton Hallow album if you have listened to it, and If this is the first time hearing about Barton Hallow, the I really do recommend you listen to it.

Anyway, I’m not one to listen to many genres of music, I stick with pop, alternative and mainstream, but what really drives me crazy are soundtracks. Videogame music is by far my favorite, followed close by movie soundtracks. More on those coming soon.

My Coffee Addiction

I read somewhere that an addiction is something to frown upon. But O Lord help me, I am ADDICTED to coffee! I don’t know what it is, the intoxicating smell, the sweetness, the sheer joy of having a cup of coffee! I love this stuff!

I remember drinking coffee for a very long time. If I tried to pinpoint my very first cup of coffee, I would fail. I do remember it was in Mexico, and back then, I used to hate coffee. I was used to drinking hot chocolate before going to elementary. Now thinking back, I clearly distinguish how it seemed so soft my mother’s hot chocolate was. It was like velvet liquid running down my tongue. The joy of drinking my hot chocolate readied me for what was to come.

And then, I don’t remember drinking hot chocolate anymore. Perhaps I can pinpoint the demise of my love for hot chocolate when I came back to Elgin, IL. Then, I didn’t fancy milk anymore, I grew to dislike it. So no more hot chocolate for me. I tried coffee, without any milk or any of that jazz. Only black coffee and a couple spoonful’s of sugar. I remember even now how bitter the taste was. I didn’t like it. So for a long time, it was juice and water for me, nothing else.

When I moved to Atlanta, GA, I tried coffee once again, with milk to rid the bitter flavor. I sort of enjoyed it, but not as much. The taste of milk was always there, and I did not like it, it made me gag on occasions.

That’s when I discovered sweetened condensed milk. a convenient companion to coffee. The taste of milk was gone, and the effort to make coffee was less that it had ever been. I no longer had to add sugar, it was already in the sweetened condensed milk.

And alas, my love blossomed!

And another aspect of drinking coffee, it was a short family reunion, where my mother, sister and I sat at the table and drank coffee, talking about everything and anything. It was fun.

The small tradition evolved, we bought a water dispenser, and no longer did we have to boil water, we could simply press a button and have hot water ready for coffee, the need for a coffee machine was no longer a need, it was an inconvenience. So, having such a fancy machine, we were joined by my mother’s sisters and their children. We all enjoyed coffee together, talked and enjoyed the company. That’s something you just can’t help but enjoy.

Now, however, for me, coffee is a routine that I can’t get rid of. I need coffee while writing, or before. I can’t concentrate as well for whatever reason.

So this is my coffee addiction. I don’t think it was ever about the coffee, but the time spent with my family, that’s the reason I enjoy coffee, it brings back those memories, sweet and joyful, like a cup of coffee.

I will digress, I want one of those fancy coffee machines where you put the little plastic cup with flavored coffee, and BAM you have a personal cup of coffee much to your liking. I think I’m going to get one!

A Pebble In My Road

Well, I am disappointed. I was looking around my dashboard at and stumbled upon pages. I thought I could make a separate page for blogs regarding the short stories set on the universe of The Crystal Tower, but either I can’t or I don’t know how to use the page as much as I would like to. Either or, I will continue to post blogs where they appear. It’s such a disappointment, however, that I couldn’t separate blogs from short stories, it would have made for a unique blog, and a more coherent order.

I WILL NOT DWELL ON THE NEGATIVES!!! No, I will look forward, a small pebble in my road will not make me fall!

As a side note, I noticed that Elesliel part one had a small error, I want to change it, nothing major, I am just changing the word “mace” for “staff”. The story, however, remains the same.

As a second side note… I will post new stories; however, I don’t have a set timeline for posting. I do want to be consistent, that is why I already have several other blogs that I want to share. I hope you are enjoying the content I am providing. Remember, I you like the content, hit the like button, subscribe to my blog and share with others. You can also follow me on twitter @jav1133r and @WorldEdelix. The Crystal Tower: Edelix Facebook Fan Page is

Also, you can always ask for blogs on certain topics you would like my opinion on, I don’t have anything against suggestions!

Elesliel part three

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.

The evening’s fresh breeze was welcomed by Elesliel, Alestair and Leonor. Their travel had been rough, even though none wanted to admit it, they were all physically exhausted from riding on their Horned Steeds for well over five hours. Horse riding was physically demanding, and although all three were trained in witchcraft arts, none had been trained as horse riding soldiers. So all three sat on the grass, not saying anything about their lack of horse riding training.

Elesliel sat looking over his new wizard’s staff. It was metallic silver, with a rather smooth shaft. There was some resistance in the shaft of the staff, it would be impractical for the shaft to be completely smooth, otherwise it would simply slide off the hands. The little resistance was excellent, it was one of the reasons he had spent quite a while at the Academy’s Wizards Weapons Emporium, he had tested the resistance against sliding, among other qualities.

His previous Wizard’s staff had been wooden. It had been black wood, fitting, since he was a dark mage. Nevertheless, it had almost perfect grip, and it had been such a disappointment when his crystal started malfunctioning and breaking spells rather dangerously, sending waves of a spell in one direction and another in a different direction.

One thing did dawn on him, watching the staff, he knew a metallic shaft was the best fit for what was to come. The inevitable war against King Xious.

Having a metallic weapon would be helpful against his enemies. He had heard the tales, the horrors of the creatures that bid their allegiance to King Xious. He was not going to fight against tough opponents with a weapon that could snap in half anytime during the battle, leaving his life hanging by a thread. Not to mention one with a crystal that could break his spell in half and have one wave hit his an enemy while the other a friend. No, he would not endanger his human allies. Nor would he betray his king by killing men in his army.

The crystal itself was poised in between a complex weave of pure silver and black amethyst. The thin threads guarded the white crystal, which was in and of itself a beauty to behold. All crystals were beautiful, but crystals that radiated magic were by far exquisite. Yes, in Edelix all crystals had a semblance of magic, but just like Elves, their scale measured the amount of magic within them.

Elesliel nodded, knowing he had made the right choice.

“We should set camp, I hadn’t noticed twilight had set,” said Elesliel, bringing both of his companions from their reveries.

“I had a question, are we taking the mountain path?” asked Leonor.

“I think it would be better for us to take the longer path. I have heard the legends regarding the Passage of the Dead, I am not risking my life nor yours, only those in great haste ever take the path,” replied Elesliel.

Alestair nodded. “I heard even the slightest of distractions can make you take the wrong turn, that somehow, distraction is what gets you to the Passage of the Dead. I know our Horned Steeds are intelligent, but I wouldn’t want to chance anything, I am glad you decided against taking the mountain passage.”

“We should sleep then, tomorrow we set off early, I want to be in the Kingdom of Aladar soon, there is much to do,” said Elesliel.

The other two nodded.

When Elesliel woke the following morning, he noticed the bitter cold that accompanied their early raise. He took a sweater from inside his traveling bag and put it under his cloak. He grew weary, his armor was not as strong as he would have liked it to be. He mentally reprimanded himself for not thinking to buy heavy armor, being outside the City of the Elves was dangerous. He knew kingdoms and large cities lived independent from one another, that unity within one kingdom made for a utopia that the citizens could enjoy. Little contact was the norm between kingdoms, especially when there were legends of beasts that lived on the beautiful wilderness and attacked men during their journeys across kingdoms or cities. He had once heard a battalion of one hundred men from the Kingdom of Razz-Owen were reduced to nothing by a beast that found them on their way to the Kingdom of Dolect. It was a legend, but it still made him uneasy.

He decided to get heavy armor the moment he set foot on the Kingdom of Aladar.

Elesliel, Alestair and Leonor rode for the better part of seven hours. On the horizon to the east they spotted the mountain passage. As if it needed further proof of its omnipresent omens, the clouds just above the mountain were black, thunderous roars soon reached their ears.

“We need to find shelter, I think there is a storm coming,” said Elesliel.

After a while of riding, they came upon a stone structure close to the edge of a thick forest. Rain had already started pouring, and their bodies were cold and numb. Never had they experienced rain, and the experience was strongly disliked by all three.

The stone structure created the perfect shelter from the storm. A large flat-stone was poised over them, giving them a roof, and the further they went into the cave, the steeper the floor grew. They wouldn’t have to worry about water running towards them.

The inside of the cave smelled strongly of earth and rust. It was somewhat dark, so Elesliel grabbed his staff from the middle, with the crystal to the top, and thrust it shortly forward, whispering “Incanto Nox Brillia.” The crystal started glowing brighter, and a wave of white light lit the rest of the cave, like lightning traveling down a passage. The staff glowed bright, until the light it had cast disappeared at the end of the cave.

At the end of the cave: a beast that smiled, knowing its dinner had arrived.

The beast before them shocked the three companions. They stared at the hundreds of teeth in its mouth, the razor-sharp claws, the reptilian body that stood on two feet, the fire-red eyes.

Before they could so much as move, the creature lurched forward, its four meter tall body bouncing like a feline creature. Elesliel retired from his shock, and shouted “Nox Des-esertea,” and a wave of black mater emanated from the crystal. He thrust the staff forward, just before the creature neared him enough to scratch his left hand with one of its claws. The creature was unceremoniously thrown back with the wave of black matter.

Alestair reacted next, taking out a long sword from its scabbard, which he had hung from his waist. He readied his pose, waiting for the creature to stand.

Leonor, seeing Elesliel and Alestair, readied his bow. He strung an arrow, and like both companions, waited for the creature to attack.

The creature fell with a heavy thud. It growled a menacing growl, and stood fast, angling his attack towards Leonor.

Leonor released the arrow, while moving forward to stand by Elesliel and Alestair. The arrow hit the creature in the left shoulder. It stopped, roared a howl of pain that thundered through the cave, and took the arrow out, without a second though. Elesliel cringed as he saw flesh and blood accompany the arrow tip, but he quickly regained his composure, readying a different attack.

He needed a stronger spell, one that could damage the creature greatly. His Incanto spells would be worthless, they were far too weak. He needed the combined power of Nox and Luz, so he geared his attention to Alestair as the creature made his way toward him.

Alestair’s strike was parried by the creature. In turn, Alestair was thrown out to the rain, while the creature angled its body to face Leonor. Leonor released a wave of arrows, one after the other, with little effort, since he was a trained archer. But the arrows were doing little harm, and Leonor was being cornered against the wall.

Elesliel thrust his staff forward, shouting “Nox Fira.”

His crystal glowed red for a second before it began to darken to pitch black. It then released a small sphere that flew towards its intended target with increasing speed as well as increasing circumference. The pitch-black fire struck the reptilian creature in the chest: it had straightened to its full height so as to strike at Leonor, now cornered, with its claws.

The creature did not notice the attack, and for the second time, was thrown a ways off. This time, it struggled to regain its composure, the flesh burnt in places. The creature had flown aver Alestair, who had come back into the cave, while the creature fell out into the rain.

Elesliel, irritated that he hadn’t come up with a way to combine the powers from the realms of Nox and Luz, looked out, noticing his sight was cut short by the heavy downpour. He could hear the creature’s howls of pain, and he guessed he had thrown it a ways away with his spell. He smiled a short smile before turning to Alestair and Leonor. Alestair had several cuts while Leonor had come unscratched. He then looked at his own wound, and sighed, he would tend to them later.

“I need you to cast along with me, we need to combine the power of Nox and Luz to kill this thing. Leonor, I need you to cast Luz Unprotecta, I know it will require some strength, but we need to make it vulnerable to Alestair’s attack and mines. Alestair, I need you to cast Luz Qebra-Blizz, it will shatter my spell and freeze it. On the ready.”

Both of his companions nodded, and looked out the mouth of the cave. The creature’s howls ended. The second that transpired seemed eternal. The creature jumped into the cave, splattering water everywhere.

“NOW,” yelled Elesliel.

Luz Unprotecta,”  yelled  Leonor, extending his hand forward, his palm facing the creature. His palm glowed green before a green wave was shot towards the creature.

“Luz Qebra-Blizz,” yelled Alestair, extending his hand forward, his palm facing the creature. His palm glowed blue before a blue wave was sent towards the creature.

“Nox Nocte-Eternum,” yelled Elesliel, thrusting his staff forward, the crystal glowing black before a wave of dark matter was sent towards the creature.

The green wave of magic enveloped the creature while the wave of black mater collided with the blue wave of magic, causing the black matter to shatter noisily into thousands of black spikes that had turned to crystal with Alestair’s magic.

The creature looked at the incoming threat, but its revenge drove it forward. It was impaled all over the body by the black crystal shards and fell with a heavy thug, a pool of blood quickly gathered below the creature.

“Thank you,” said Elesliel.

“No problem, we need to sleep, although I don’t think I will be getting much after what happened,” said Alestair.

Leonor laughed, and soon, all three burst into fits of laughter.

“Now I see why not so many venture outside their kingdoms…this thing was slightly dangerous. Anyway, let me take a look at your wounds, then we can sleep,” he said, looking at Alestair.

Alestair nodded, and sat on the ground.

Elesliel then worked on the wounds, he found a sense of serenity while he worked on what he had studied for a long time. Being a doctor was not bad, but the title could be somewhat heavy, not many talked to him as an equal.

To be continued…

Copyright 2013 by Javier Duenes. All rights reserved.

Elesliel part two

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.

ELESLIEL part one


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.

Throughout the City of the Elves, uncertainty was evident in every pair of eyes that met his gaze. The sky had darkened ever since the king of Edelix had left on his quest to retrieve the four crystals of the queen. And the sky darkened further when lord Allain left for the Kingdom of Aladar. Yes, uncertainty was what clouded everyone’s eyes.

Not wanting to spend more time than needed outside, he quickly flashed his silver card to the woman that had sold him an intricate wizard’s staff at the Academy. He took one look at the magical weapon one last time and nodded his head, it was perfect.

Once he finished his ordeal, he put on his hood, warming him up noticeably, and walked outside to the bitter cold. Not once in his memory had he experienced such dreadful weather. And he was elf, in his early twenties, which was actually a long time, since he aged slower than human standard.

Regardless of his age, he could not think of a time, coming to the conclusion that never had he experienced such awful climate. And worst, it tempered slightly with his casting abilities. He shook his head in disgust and entered the Training Hall of the Academy.

It was late, so there were still trainees in the hall, following the instructions of their masters. Classes were always held at sunrise and before twilight. Those with the rare talent of dark magic trained after midnight. He had the talent, so his training always begun at midnight, but he had been summoned to come earlier by the High Mage Councilors, the elite group who ran the Academy. He frowned as he noticed a young boy casting a spell and bouncing off a wall, injuring several. He walked faster to his destination, leaving the Training Hall behind.

He walked down several corridors and into the dungeons, where he walked to a classroom down a very long corridor.

“Only a strong step could bring you here as fast as you did, Dr. Elesliel,” said a man sitting behind a large wooden desk, his eyes on the young elf that had entered.

“Master, you do not have to call me doctor here, I was your student after all, and I don’t like the title leaving the hospital,” said Elesliel.

“Ahhh, but you still call me master, even though you are no longer my student!” said the old man.

“I will always honor you, master, remember, you thought me all I know regarding magic and you wrote my recommendation for medical school, I owe you much more than I could ever hope to repay.”

“You owe me nothing, Elesliel, you were my top student, and I heard you even had the honor of attending to our king! I am very proud of you!”

“Thank you master, but it was nothing major, he was simply in stasis, he may not be fully elf, but he is our queen’s son, so he was bound to have some of her rare talents.”

“Indeed, Elesliel! So what brought you here this early, your classes do not begin until midnight, and are you not supposed to be at the University?”

“I actually arrived here later than I intended, I stopped to buy myself a new staff, my old crystal seems to be faltering some, so I thought a complete upgrade would be convenient. As for the University, I am excused. Anyway, I was summoned by the High Mage Councilors,” he said, frowning slightly at the mystery, “I came to see if you knew anything, but judging by your look, I doubt it.”

“You are correct, I do not know what they want with you, but it must be important, they do not just summon anyone without important reason.”

Elesliel nodded, looking over the features of his old teacher. He had aged since he had been his student, some wrinkles were starting to be more predominant, and his eyes were now less gleaming than they were before. Still, there was a slight youth to him, one most elves retained till they aged considerably.

“I guess I will make my way to the Councilors, I’m slightly curious as to what they want.”

The old man stood from behind his desk and made his way to Elesliel, giving him a hug, and accompanying his student to the door.

Elesliel made his way back up from the dungeons, smiling some at the fact that the City of Elves was quite advanced but they still had old dungeons at the Academy. A renovation would benefit the dungeons, because the rest of the Academy was renovated. But he quickly banished the idea, having old dungeons was slightly magical.

After several minutes of walking, he turned the last corner, arriving at the Councilor’s Hall. Two guards stood protecting the large, sliver door. The guards took one look at him and let him into the hall.

Never had he seen such a beautiful hall, thousands of books were stacked on bookshelves that covered much of the walls, the gold and crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling were spectacles all on their own. The movement of the sky painted on the ceiling. It was all very beautiful and breathtaking. How every inch was magical and educational was beyond inspiring. He felt a surge of power within him.

Thirteen cloaked figures stood over a large, black table that dominated much of the north of the room, the table stood a step over the floor Elesliel walked, and the councilors sat behind the large table, in intricate black crystal chairs.

They nodded towards Elesliel, and Elesliel gave a respectful bow.

“Elesliel, level eight warlock, Doctor at the Windsor Hospital, thank you for coming to meet with us,” said a male councilor, his voice a little raspy, but strong enough to be heard throughout the hall.

“I would never deny my presence to such high and esteemed witches and warlocks,” he replied, bowing once more before their presence.

“Perhaps we are high mages, but you are not so far behind, quite impressive you are a level eight spell caster yourself,” said another member of the councilors, a woman with dark skin.

“Thank you, however, I am wondering why I have been summoned.”

Another member sighed, this time a male mage. “Haste. Is there no way we can teach other elves that their lives are longer than humans. But still they haste, without the need…” he laughed, and the other council members laughed along with him.

Elesliel only managed a smile, wondering whether to feel embarrassed or not.

Finally, a member of the councilors saw his confusion and decided to speak. “Worry not, young elf, we are simply old and do appreciate time, but it just seems to us that others do so much in so little time when they can afford to spend more time than they actually do. But I guess you are not used to the idea, you do need to save lives, and time for you is of the essence. Regardless, we have summoned you here because we want to promote you. You see, after our king left the city, we knew the elves would assist the inevitable war that is to come, we need you as our primary health man.  We want you to travel to the Kingdom of Aladar and begin working with their doctors to set up an emergency clinic for our wounded soldiers. Who better than you to represent the Elvin Nation?”

Elesliel thought for a second. He then nodded slowly, agreeing. “I am honored to have been considered, and more honored to have been promoted. I will take the task and I will not disappoint. However, I need to ask permission to leave the city.”

“Our primary lord has left not long ago, as you know. Lord Allain will not be back soon, however, his second in command has agreed to allow you to travel outside the city. He also agrees having an emergency clinic with someone of your standing as our representing elf is most adequate. You will leave when you are ready. Our second in command has also agreed to allow two more to leave the city with you, and we have chosen, they are trained guards, level seven mages,” replied another councilor.

Elesliel frowned slightly, it would have been preferable for him if he had chosen his traveling companions. But the stern look on all councilors told him they were not willing to change their minds. “I will make haste, I do know of King Xious’ plans and his willingness to move fast.”

“Very well, come to the Councilor’s Hall when you have prepared, your two companions will also be ready,” said another member.

Elesliel bowed one last time and walked towards the door, which opened to let him out.

He was glad he had bought another wizard’s staff, he would need it if he was to travel to the Kingdom of Aladar. He was glad he would leave the City of Elves, he had always wondered what the Kingdom of Aladar was like.

To be continued…

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While this post does not limit the type of content I wish to share, it is what to be expected from upcoming blog posts.

I imagine a blog that shares many common aspects with other blogs, but also a blog that strives for content much different than is shared throughout the web. The daunting task, therefore, is striving for that goal. Maybe daunting is a little too harsh, but knowing myself, my drive to do the best I can, can sometimes push me over the edge.

So what can be expected? It is a plethora of options, endless possibilities, but most importantly, I want to further expand the universe I have created. So many details had to be removed, so many incidents throughout the world, Edelix.

Now, I am all for reading an eight hundred page book, but some might not want to do so. So in the best interest for readers, I cut some material out, nothing major, just things that did not have relevance or were of consequence to the main plot-line. Granted, these further insights will most definitely be fun reads and interesting all on their own.

Other blogs will relate more to my Mythos, The Evolution of Darkness. When I came up with this world, with this universe, I knew a simple mythology wouldn’t be enough, and enough would never satisfy me to the point where I could stand back and be glad. No, so much is out there, what better way to share it than through a mythos, through the idea that Darkness is ever evolving, ever changing. All of a sudden, no more was my universe concerning a mythology, but a gathering of different myths, all combined to one mythos, The Evolution of Darkness.

So, to further showcase Edelix, the universe, and everything in between, I want to share these insights with all who want to know a little more.

Apart from the mythos, I want to share other ideas, other insights, both personal and relating to others. I want to share my opinions, and I want to hear other opinions, a debate is always a good mental stimulant! There will be reviews, because hey, one of my favorite ways to waste my time is plying video-games, (although I will digress, I have not played console games in such a long time, I fear I lost my competitive touch!), there will be reviews regarding movies, and of course, literary works.

So all of these insights can be expected out of this blog, I hope you indulge in what is to come, I hope you enjoy the content, I do try my best. Regardless, I look forward to sharing.

And just as a side note, just to fully clarify, I again state, this in no way limits the type of content to come, I am always thinking of new ideas, and some may very well end up here!


This is a taste, the sip of the tongue on your glass of wine. It lets you know what you are dealing with, it lets you wonder what is to come.

And this is the road I have diligently walked on.

Not every aspect of rejection is the all-so-expected slap on the face. Yes, it is there, and for me, it hurt far more than I care to admit. But that slap made me see a whole different side. The one I had been avoiding because I was waiting for that slap on the face. It was there all along.

I’ve never been one to like school. To me, it was like being trapped in an institution where I didn’t want to be. But I kept up with it, I needed the basics.

The thought of going to college, however, changed my perspective. No longer was school an institution where I would feel condemned. No, alas, freedom was just in reach. College would take me places, places I desperately wanted to be.

But I still had that nagging feeling in my system. I wasn’t sure I would fit in. I thought I would, but I knew better. I was doomed. I was petrified. I was…overwhelmed.

So, in my best interest, I decided I needed a semester. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle what would come my way, even if I wanted to seem courageous and sure of myself. Sure, part of going to college is taking that leap of faith, and so many do, it amazes me the amount of courage they have. I just wasn’t comfortable taking that leap.

In no way do I feel like a coward, however, for not taking that leap. In no way whatsoever do I feel like I made a mistake, or do I regret the decisions I have made. They made me who I am, they still shape me to the man I will become. And I can say that proudly.

Many little realizations were made, like the amount of debt I would be under, time I would spend in classrooms and not in my laptop, writing about Alex and his journey across Edelix.

No, I could not allow that to torment me. I needed to get my mythos out of my mind, because of all the overwhelming elements in my life, it was by far the worst. I could not cope with anything, I could not think of anything BUT The Crystal Tower.

So again, in my best interest, I decided to write the beginning of what I had coped with for over a decade. I could not allow it to be bottled in my mind on a daily basis. I wanted release. And that release was too intoxicating, too exciting, too dominating. I was taking breaths for the first time in a long time. I was happy.

The road I have walked on is far more slippery than I have described, far more ragged and tormenting, but this is just a taste, a little sip of the wine…

More is to come…