Kapitel 35: Orfarion ( 1 )
As the sun and the moon came and went, days passed.
Miraak's group and the 'Virhice's Merchandise' slowly went forward.
Asa, who was protecting the right's side of the caravan, glanced at Miraak and said, "... This forest never ends... How long until we arrive at Orfarion?"
Focusing back on the forest around them, Asa waited for a response.
"... It's okay. We're about to arrive." Miraak responded bored beyond disbelief as a light flashed in his eyes.
The reward of winning the Frozencaller Tournament was something Miraak could never have imagined. In the worst way possible.
Since the Frozencaller Tournament existed for only two reasons, one of the reasons was an exchange of battle spells, and the other one, probably the most important one, was 'Research Value', the reward of such a Tournament should, of course, benefit an Arcane Researcher.
Access to the Enormous VIP Library of Orfarion.
For a normal Master-class Mage, the reward's price would be unimaginable.
But, of course, to Miraak the Access was nothing short then trash.
Sighing, he stared at the useless piece of enchanted paper, 'Orfarion's VIP Library Invite'.
Putting it back in his bag, Miraak soon saw the end of the endless forest.
As Miraak's group and the 'Virhice's Merchandise' slowly left the forest, they finally saw their destination.
Orfarion.
With sunlight shining on its beautiful reddish and whiteish ice walls, and the cold wind of the Throat of the World blew on the houses' rooftops, everyone saw the city beauty.
Red on white.
Blood on ice.
Blood Magic on Ice Magic.
The signature of the Lorathyra Royal Family, Orfarion's Royal Family.
As if the city itself was inside the mountain, the city smoothly fused itself with the snowy gigantic mountain.
Since Aumriel said that she would send him something so he can access the top of the huge mountain so he can finally harvest the 'Unmelting Snow', Miraak decided to wait for it inside the city already.
Staring at the top of the mountain, Miraak's eyes flashed as he stared seriously.
...
Orfarion's front gate, two Snow Elven guards were talking to each other.
"... Man... I need some wine right now..." One of them, a female guard, said sighing as she tapped her stomach while licking her lips
"... Look at this." The other guard, a male guard, said smirking as he suddenly took out a nice looking bottle of wine.
As they smiled at each other and were about to open the bottle, a shadow appeared on the horizon.
The first one to notice was the male guard holding the wine bottle.
"... What is that?" He asked his colleague, stopping his action mid-air.
"What is what?!" The female guard shouted irritated as she turned around.
As they focused, the shadow became more and more detailed.
From the silk cloaks bodyguards to the wood caravan.
Suddenly, the duo guards saw that the bodyguards were, in fact, children.
"... Children?... Wait... That is..." The male said calmly at the start but almost shouted at the end.
Pure black silk cloak.
Pure black mage robes.
A black glove glowing in white runes and the other black glove glowing in red runes.
The rumors arrived even at Orfarion.
A Master-class Ice Mage not older than 10 years old.
The Dark Horse and Champion of the prestigious Frozencaller Tournament.
The first one from the Men races to win a Mer Tournament.
According to the rumors, his Arcane talent was so mighty that he might become an Arch-mage within fifty years if he started studying on other elements.
The Black Mage, Miraak.
As the female guard was about to shout in annoyance to the approaching group, the male guard immediately shut her up with his left hand.
Glancing at her colleague, she saw him shaking his head.
Arriving nearer and nearer to the city's front gate, the wind finally became strong enough to drop the group's hoods.
The first one that had his hood dropped was, of course, Miraak.
As the wind blew his hood behind his head, his blonde hair danced in the air as his blue eyes glanced bored at the guards.
Asa's and Iphislia's hoods dropped simultaneously.
As the wind blew their hoods behind their head, their hair danced in the air as their eyes stared at the guards in alertness.
The last one to have his hood dropped was the still studying Arel, behind the caravan.
As the wind blew his hood behind his head, his white hair danced in the air as he had closed eyes, clearly in deep thought about something.
Just as the guards were about to ask something, a Chimer suddenly stepped outside the caravan.
His luxurious merchant's clothes danced in the air as he walked to the guards and started to talk to them.
"... We're here on official business." The Chimer, Kieran Virhice, said seriously as he took out a scroll from his bag.
Reading the document, the guards sighed as they let them continue.
They couldn't afford to provoke such people.
As long they could continue living their simple lives, they avoided some troublesome questions.
Entering the reddish city, Asa said amused as she rode her horse, "... It was easier than I thought..."
Nodding at her, Iphislia said glancing at Miraak's back, "... Looks like being famous has its advantages."
Sighing as he led the caravan, Miraak responded, "It has its advantages and disadvantages."
Feeling something staring at him, he abruptly frowned and turned his head to the sky.
No one could see it but him.
A floating eyeball made of pure ice with an extremely reddish pupil stared at Miraak's group.
Hatred.
Fury.
And... Greed.
Extremely negative emotions could be seen in the depths of its pupil.
Seeing Miraak staring at him, the eyeball started to dissolve itself into small Magicka particles.
Clicking his tongue, Miraak continued leading the group.
...
Inside the Reddish Lorathyra Royal's Palace, an old woman could be seen sitting on the throne.
Wearing her pure reddish dress detailed by stunning whitish details and her reddish gloves, the Queen's pure reddish lips slowly formed an ice-cold smile.
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