章節 1: The Calamity of Enphy (Part 1)
Long ago in the forbidden forest on a day with the sun shining through the ancient trees. Its rays basking all in gentle light and invoking a sense of peace throughout the land. A new elvin baby is born in the royal wood elf family. Normally this would be a happy occasion surrounded with celebration and joy. However because of a curse plaguing the city and its dwellers, this is not such a day. King Tharedar sits by his beloveds side and says " Ara my love our daughter is born, I am so sorry I couldn't cleanse our land of the curse before she was born".
"Tharedar do not despair, I have seen a vision of our daughter fighting against the darkness that threatens to swallow this world. However I have also seen what happens if we try to raise her within these walls."
A tear rolls down Tharedars cheek as his heart is struck with sadness before steeling himself to ask the question that he believes he already knows the answer to.
"Does that mean we will not be able to raise her and show her the love and affection of her family as well as tell her of her birthright to be the queen someday"?
Fatigue and sorrow mix into the Queens face as she struggles to muster the energy to reply to her hurting husband. "Yes dear I am sad to say so. I just gave birth to our daughter and I must say goodbye already."
"Ara let me call Seiveril, maybe your vision isn't connected the curse and we can change the fate of our daughter."
Tharedar motions to one of the attendants and says " find Seiveril, pull him out his piles of old tomes, tell him his king summons him, and bring the elders as well. Now!"
The attendant exits the room leaving behind the King to comfort his Queen in these dark times. running down the hall the attendant finds the chambers of the royal court mage. After knocking he enters the door and is hit in the face with the smell of old books and various herbs. Scanning the room with his eyes he sees that this room is vast and the plethora of books seems to stretch as far as the eye can see with grand bookcases made of tree trunks that reach the ceiling and branches that make up the shelves connecting the trunks holding all this ancient knowledge in this gargantuan library.
"How am I supposed to find the royal court mage sir Sieveril in this place" says the attendant to himself.
"Its simple, you ask".
Shocked the attendant spins on his heels to see an old wizard dressed in a dark green robe, trimmed with gold, and the crest of the royal family depicting a two tailed dragon with feathered wings set in what look like emeralds that glow with a gentle green contrasting beautifully with the dark green robe giving the dragon a life like appearance.
Getting over his shock the attendant gets down on one knee bowing his head down with one fist on the floor and the other on his upright knee.
"Sir Sieveril, the king summons you to the royal chambers".
Seiveril looks at the now composed Duredale before responding.
"Duredale thank you for telling me. I will be on my way right now and i'm sure you have other tasks to attend to".
"Thank you sir. Yes i have one more task from the king to see to. With your permission i shall take my leave".
"Very well Duredale good luck".
With that the attendant Duredale stands up and rushes out of library.
Siveril then turns to look at the tomes he guards and lets out a sigh before turning to make his way to the royal chambers of the king. After exiting the library he raises his hand to the door and speaks a chant invoking magical green energy to swirl around his fingers before creating a green vortex that slams into the door and forms a barrier to lock it from intruders. After seeing the barrier form into what looks like a large emerald that covers the entire door he nods in satisfaction and turns down the hallway to finally meet with the king and queen.
"I know what you will ask me my King and Queen. I only pray that I can give you an answer that will lessen the blow to both your hearts". He says to himself as he makes the journey down the hall that feels like a valley of death.
"I would teleport to you both if it wasn't for the grand seal below the palace that locks all within to one dimension. Among other things too"
As Siveril nears the royal chambers he notices that the guards are not at their posts and have been relived of duty for the day. Finding this a little strange but thinking he may already know the answer for the absence of guards, he opens the door with a wave of his hand to see the king and the four elders of the royal court seated inside around the Queen who is gently holding a baby to her breast. Seeing the King and Queen Siveril can't help but remember better days of when the King and Queen were at the height of their reign.
They were loved by all that saw them and only saw a bright future for them and the kingdom the likes that would etch itself into history of the world as being the envy of all other nations. Finally they would step out of the forest and sow the seeds that would expand their borders eventually having them ruling the whole of the continent as was foretold by their forefathers eons ago in a time where they ruled more than just the forests they now live in. Now however because of a mysterious dark mage that to everyone's surprise managed to sneak past the Watchers, an elite force that guards the borders of the forest and kills trespassers on sight, and the city guards that guard the gates to the city of Nilf Taesi, this dark individual placed a dark divine curse at the heart of the city. With a voice that sounded of a sea of tortured souls and reeked of death he cast his curse.
"I thank you for your sacrifice to my God and I bring a gift to your race. I shall sever all future generations from your God of the forest and plant the seeds of my great God's darkness within their souls with the promise that one will be the greatest herald of darkness drawing all manner of dark creatures to them so they may see the world with open eyes drawing your race to the sweet embrace of my master".
While conjuring his curse a phantasmal image of a black dragons head appears above him covered in blue and green flames that have faces of tortured souls trying to break free from their dragon prison. As guards draw near to put a stop to this evil spell caster they are met with beams of blue and green flames shot from the phantasmal dragons maw that rip the soul from the victim and feed it. Once all that is left is an empty husk it turns into a zombie and attacks all those that come near. As the evil spell casters curse is ready to be unleashed a thirty foot wide pillar of black flame erupts centered on the spot around the dark mage reaching up into the clouds turning them an inky black removing the sunlight casting the whole city in darkness.
"With my sacrifice I give you torment immortal!"
With those last words the body of the dark mage is devoured in the flames before the black flames wash over everyone in the city cursing all with the seeds of darkness and severing all from their God that is supposed to be protecting them.
Putting the memory aside he simply thinks to himself that the passage of time has not been kind to this royal couple. The Queen who is only 500 years old looks to be around 900 with gray hair and wrinkled skin from the years of overbearing stress and fatigue. The King known as the greatest warrior among their race looks haggard and ancient. The smile and charisma long gone with the passage of time and near endless battles with the dark creatures unceasingly attacking the borders of his kingdom.
With a graceful bow Siveril says "My King I have arrived as per your summons".
Tharedar shifts his gaze from his tired wife and looks Siveril in the eyes to which Siveril feels a crushing weight on his soul that feels like cold steel from the enumerable battles which have forged the Kings will into a weapon in its own right.
"Thank you Siveril, I have called you here today to see if my new born child has received the ultimate curse of the kingdom, however I am sure this is something you already know of".
Siveril gives a solemn nod to his king before replying "My king I shall do what I must and I must ask you to steel yourself for what you may see".
Tharedar straightens his back and gently holds his beloveds hand while looking at his long time friend and royal court mage saying.
"Siveril its time to see if we can change the fate of our only child, do it; elders drop the veil".
As the elders hold out their hands large rune formations appear in front of them with spinning gears and bright sparkles of light within the large constructs. Clicking sounds are heard as the elders unlock the seals that bind the dimension in the royal chambers to allow the royal court mage to work his magic in this room. Siveril places his left hand above the new born bathing her in purple light and with his right hand casts a spell that summons a mirror that shows the baby life growing up in accelerated time.
"My King and Queen I cannot control what you see, just know that these are the most relevant possibilities".
In one future she grows up in the city then kills the King and Queen before plunging city into darkness and death with sacrifices being offered to a strange God that looks similar to what they saw during the casting of the curse but much larger and far stronger. their daughter is the high priest of this God and is dressed in armor that is drenched in blood giving off a bloodthirsty aura willingly sacrificing elf children to this God to grow her own strength.
In another future she grows up and is fighting this same God with righteous fury alongside her companions conjuring magical weapon after magical weapon rushing headlong into the fray slaying beast after beast to get through horde of monsters to this imposing being.
In the last future they see she simply dies in the royal chambers at the hands of the King before being afforded the chance to live to which the dark curse moves on to another child somewhere in the kingdom out of sight of the mirror. As the last vision fades from the mirror it dissipates into particles of purple light and the light stops radiating from Siveril's hand above the royal baby. The King slumps back down into his chair sadness and exhaustion ever present in his demeanor. Silence spreads across the room as the elders reseal the room from magic looking to the King for the next step in the situation. Tharedar looks to his Queen as he resigns himself to his role.
"I'm so sorry my child and to you Ara this has to happen, I will make sure your voice is heard"
The King straightens his back once again, eyes of cold steel, as if he wasn't judging his daughters future but with the indifference of a court judge overlooking the trail of a common criminal.
"Let us begin the debate over what to do with my new born daughter".
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boneknight Thank you for reading my short story! Part two will be ready next week! Thank you again and please excuse grammatical errors as i haven't written in a long time.
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