Salvania entered the forest with awe. She was surrounded with tall, wide, and burly trees that seemed as old as the earth itself. The blossoms that hung on their branches filled the air with sweet aromas that instantly put the mind at ease from every trouble. She found herself entering into a secret grove of wild oaks that had grown together to form a solid canopy. The ground was covered in grass so soft that it felt as goose down to the touch and all around, there were flowers of every color and shade. It was, in a word, spectacular.
Salvania closed her eyes and listened to the song of the birds singing their song of love and hope and of all things good. She felt the wind caress her face and smelled a hint of jasmine in the air. "Lovely, isn't it?" The voice caught her off guard and Salvania turned to see a woman of ageless youth standing at the entrance to the hidden grove. The woman wore a garment of white and a golden sash hung to her feet. She also wore a golden headdress woven with silver and a soft white fabric hung from it.
"Who are you?" Salvania questioned.
"I am Haldinaar, daughter of Detimnira, messenger for my lord Athoraan. His Lord sends me to ready you for a visitor from his courts, a man by the name of Seoden, son of Ecalar. This man, I tell you, is a man of fire, of war, and of power. You will do well to watch yourself when in his presence."
Salvania became worried at this news. "What is his business here, Haldinaar, daughter of Detimnira?"
The woman walked up to Salvania and stared into her eyes, into her very soul. "He is to inform you and your husband of the future safety of your kingdom and I strongly advise you to listen."
Salvania gasped, "How could this be? We are a peaceful kingdom and we have no enemies."
Haldinaar came closer and stared harder, "My Lady, I tell you nothing other than the truth."
"Then when shall I expect him?''
"The sun will set twelve times before his shadow shall touch your lands. You will expect him at twilight on the thirteenth day. Your husband shall join you and you both shall wait facing the west until His Lord's servant arrives. You will do this?"
"I will do as you have instructed."
As these last words left the queen's mouth, a strong wind blew through the trees. It became stronger and stronger and the trees soon began to sway dangerously. The earth shook and the sky above grew dark and rain poured out of the clouds as water is poured over a waterfall. Salvania became terrified and searched for the strange woman, but she was nowhere to be seen. Then there was a crash and another after it. Light flashed across the sky in warning of something much worse that was to come. Trees then began to fall all around her and Salvania knew this was to be her end. But no, it was not to be, for just as all hope failed, she awoke.
August 27, 2009
April 23, 2009
75 years later.........
They stood out on the balcony and looked out over the vast expanse of Azarathia. The grass glistened with the morning dew as the birds sang their song. A song that sounded of a new day and new things. The young couple stood there and took in the beauty of the morning. They gazed with eyes of wisdom over the expanse of the valley, secretly knowing that it could all change in a single instant.
Trebor had awoken in a cold sweat, trembling from the dream that had disturbed his slumber. And unlike most dreams that faded from memory as the body settled, this dream lingered in his mind as a dark cloud lingers over the sea. The dream began on the shores of the sea. The gulls called to one another, informing their comrades where to find the best fish, the waves crashed upon the sand, making alcoves for tide pools. The sky was a myriad of colors dancing with the rays from the sun. Trebor walked down to the water and stood in it's cool foam. He closed his eyes, lifted his head, and listened to the ocean. "It is beautiful isn't it?" The voice caught the man off guard and he turned to find a man dressed for battle. His sword, a hilt of silver inlayed with gold and a glorious length of folded steel intricately designed with runic lettering surely of some far off language, was unsheathed and ready for anything.
"Who are you?" Trebor questioned.
The man sheathed his sword and responded, "One you should be very afraid of. I am Ilima, son of Echnovor, and messenger for his Lord Athoraan. His Lord sends me to ready you for a visitor from his courts, a man by the name of Seoden, son of Ecalar, a man with a temper of a tiger and a fighter's eye as of a fazarath. He is to give you important information as to the future safety of your kingdom and I advise you to listen."
"When am I to expect this Seoden, son of Ecalar?"
"The sun will set twelve times before his shadow shall touch your lands. You will expect him at twilight on the thirteenth day." His voice became quieted and he leaned in closer, "You and your beloved are to wait facing the west until his lord's servant arrives. You will do this?"
Trebor turned and thought of all that the man had said. "I will do this."
Just then, a storm formed on the sea and the wind blew the waves to incredible heights. The sky became darker than the night and fear gripped even the earth below Trebor's feet. He turned to question Ilima, but he was nowhere to be seen. Trebor closed his eyes and wished for death, but death did not come. Help did not come. Only the darkness of fear surrounded him. Then, he awoke.
Trebor had awoken in a cold sweat, trembling from the dream that had disturbed his slumber. And unlike most dreams that faded from memory as the body settled, this dream lingered in his mind as a dark cloud lingers over the sea. The dream began on the shores of the sea. The gulls called to one another, informing their comrades where to find the best fish, the waves crashed upon the sand, making alcoves for tide pools. The sky was a myriad of colors dancing with the rays from the sun. Trebor walked down to the water and stood in it's cool foam. He closed his eyes, lifted his head, and listened to the ocean. "It is beautiful isn't it?" The voice caught the man off guard and he turned to find a man dressed for battle. His sword, a hilt of silver inlayed with gold and a glorious length of folded steel intricately designed with runic lettering surely of some far off language, was unsheathed and ready for anything.
"Who are you?" Trebor questioned.
The man sheathed his sword and responded, "One you should be very afraid of. I am Ilima, son of Echnovor, and messenger for his Lord Athoraan. His Lord sends me to ready you for a visitor from his courts, a man by the name of Seoden, son of Ecalar, a man with a temper of a tiger and a fighter's eye as of a fazarath. He is to give you important information as to the future safety of your kingdom and I advise you to listen."
"When am I to expect this Seoden, son of Ecalar?"
"The sun will set twelve times before his shadow shall touch your lands. You will expect him at twilight on the thirteenth day." His voice became quieted and he leaned in closer, "You and your beloved are to wait facing the west until his lord's servant arrives. You will do this?"
Trebor turned and thought of all that the man had said. "I will do this."
Just then, a storm formed on the sea and the wind blew the waves to incredible heights. The sky became darker than the night and fear gripped even the earth below Trebor's feet. He turned to question Ilima, but he was nowhere to be seen. Trebor closed his eyes and wished for death, but death did not come. Help did not come. Only the darkness of fear surrounded him. Then, he awoke.
February 05, 2009
The Awakening: Part 3
The silence spread throughout the kingdom as all manner of life seemed to sense this change of nature. The birds stopped singing, the insects quit their chirping and buzzing and foraging, the land animals were also silent as if waiting for a predator to attack them at any given moment. Fear gripped the doctor for he felt it too. All around, there was a heavy presence. A presence that penetrated the flesh and could almost peer into the inner being. Before the doctor could say anything all the nurses fled the room in pure panic of this unnatural thing.
The king rushed out of the way as the nurses fled in terror. At this he stormed into the room to demand that the doctor explain his dear brides condition and the explanation of the terrified nurses, and then, he stopped. He could not believe his eyes. There standing before him was his bride. She was covered in a white gown with silver thread woven into the silk fabric. On her feet she wore nothing except skin as soft as goose down. Her head was adorned with a crown of silver so intricately woven that one could see one's reflection in the shine. The crown was also interlocked with jewels made of ruby, sapphire, and emeralds. The last thing that held the kings gaze was a simple pendant that hung from the lady's neck. In this pendant was the same gem that was the cause of the transformations of these souls. The doctor knew not what to do except stand at his post and wait for a command. "You are dismissed." The order had not fully been released from his master's lips when the poor man left.
"I was so worried about you", the king said with heart. The queen smiled and came close to her husband, "my love, I was in no more danger than you were when you first touched the gem yourself. We are the same again and we will be for a long, long time." With this, they embraced and in that moment, in that one touch of those two entities, time began again.
It will be many years before the two will realize the full importance of this change and it will be a long and hard road that they will have to travel before they can even scratch the surface of understanding it. Dunui kai nates. Se omni ferch salk gomse. (Farewell my friend. May your day be blessed.) Haved nakir govnare bonhari yoonar. (We shall meet again soon.)
The king rushed out of the way as the nurses fled in terror. At this he stormed into the room to demand that the doctor explain his dear brides condition and the explanation of the terrified nurses, and then, he stopped. He could not believe his eyes. There standing before him was his bride. She was covered in a white gown with silver thread woven into the silk fabric. On her feet she wore nothing except skin as soft as goose down. Her head was adorned with a crown of silver so intricately woven that one could see one's reflection in the shine. The crown was also interlocked with jewels made of ruby, sapphire, and emeralds. The last thing that held the kings gaze was a simple pendant that hung from the lady's neck. In this pendant was the same gem that was the cause of the transformations of these souls. The doctor knew not what to do except stand at his post and wait for a command. "You are dismissed." The order had not fully been released from his master's lips when the poor man left.
"I was so worried about you", the king said with heart. The queen smiled and came close to her husband, "my love, I was in no more danger than you were when you first touched the gem yourself. We are the same again and we will be for a long, long time." With this, they embraced and in that moment, in that one touch of those two entities, time began again.
It will be many years before the two will realize the full importance of this change and it will be a long and hard road that they will have to travel before they can even scratch the surface of understanding it. Dunui kai nates. Se omni ferch salk gomse. (Farewell my friend. May your day be blessed.) Haved nakir govnare bonhari yoonar. (We shall meet again soon.)
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