Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2016 06:50:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: A.B. <ckskb1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Chronicles of Valana Vol 2: Elaria's Bane chapter 10

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Chapter 10: To the place of water through the shifting sands


It was a hot, sticky humid day in the Kingdom of Oghelle, the sun glowed
gloriously with only a cloud here or there to remind anyone of the storm
that had come by the last day and Orphon lay in bed, on top of Vashka who
had his legs bent over him lying on his back.  Boys as they were they had
found a perfectly good moment, or two, of privacy when Micraal had left to
visit some contacts in Oghelle.

Micraal knew Caaran was searching for Orphon with everything he had, for
some reason the teenage prince was still very much in his and the King's
plans or at least Micraal thought like Aer'andil that it was the King of
Oghelle behind all of this.  He had found some good evidence of the King
having allied himself to The Darkness a few weeks ago and had passed on the
information to Aer'andil in the form of a letter.  So knowing what he did
Micraal spent quite a bit of time creating false leads and twisting
everything in a way that he thought ensured Caaran would never be able to
find the boy before Orphon could be returned to his father and Caaran could
be dealt with.  Permanently.

Orphon moaned feeling his dick penetrate Vashka's cherry hole for the first
time.  It was also the first time he was fucking someone else, boy or girl.
Although the more he fooled around and had sex with Vashka the more he
sensed that while this was fun and helped in releasing stress and his
teenage hormonal levels it did not really make him feel as he thought it
would.  He would have to try having sex with girls, once he was back in
Dara, and decide which he liked best.  He thought feeling Vashka's intense
internal warmth and moisture.

His fists grabbed on to the sheets supporting his weight while he remained
still for Vashka to relax and get accustomed to him.  Orphon was not large
down there but he wasn't small either.  At four inches he was quite proud
of what he carried between his legs.

Vashka tried breathing slow and deep, his eyes closed shut feeling a good
amount of discomfort down between his legs as Orphon slowly impaled him.
His lips were slightly open, his tongue sticking out the right of his
mouth, his cheeks flushed red.  He held his legs from behind his knees
close to his ears.  He had felt a quick stab of pain when Orphon entered
him which had quickly ebbed away leaving behind an increasing feeling of
"fullness" and numbness.

Orphon felt Vashka relax and he shoved a bit more of his teen dick inside
the smooth crack and hole.  They groaned in unison.  Orphon in increasing
bliss, Vashka in pain.  Orphon felt his elbows shake from the intensity of
the feelings and bliss coursing through him.  He shoved a bit more and a
bit more after that until he felt his crotch touch Vashka's bare pubic bone
area.

Orphon moaned softly almost like a kitten mewing.  Every fiber of his being
begged him to move, to remove his dick from the velvet vice-like grip of
Vashka's hole and push it back in, to fuck his friend and temporary lover
with everything he had yet there was a fading voice in the back of his head
commanding him to lay there still until Vashka was ready.  His breathing
rugged and shallow he held himself still, his dick pulsing inside Vashka
until the boy relaxed and let go of his legs wrapping them around Orphon's
waist.

Vashka cupped Orphon's cheeks with his hands and brought their heads close
into a passionate, deep, sloppy kiss.  Their tongues tangled up just as
Orphon pulled back and then instantly pushed back in.  They moaned
continuously kissing with Orphon picking up the pace.

This latest of their escapades into the sexual realm had begun like most of
the previous ones.  Orphon had helped Vashka with their crops before
helping him take care of the farm animals, what few they had.  They had
cleaned up by the stream of running, cold water, naked of course, and had
gone in the house, again naked of course without Micraal near, to eat
lunch.  One thing had led to another finding themselves entwined in each
other's arms touching, feeling then sucking and finally in their current
state of Orphon pounding Vashka's tight fuck-chute with everything he had.

`Oh..." Sloppy kiss, "my..." another sloppy kiss and some tongue action,
"gawd! That feels..." Vashka kissed and nibbled on Orphon's neck.  "Soooo
fucking amazing!" Orphon could feel it, he did not have long before his
eventual orgasmic eruption so he slithered his hand between their bodies
and found Vashka's deflated noodle.  He wrapped his hand around it and
started jerking it off in the rhythm of his fucking.

Vashka let out a loud moan and using his legs he started matching Orphon's
movements.  When Orphon would pull out he'd pull back and when Orphon would
shove back in he would shove his hips up trying to burry Orphon's hard nail
as deep inside him as he could.

Not a minute later both boys slammed up against each other letting out
howling sounds emptying their loads.  Orphon inside Vashka and Vashka
between their bodies and all over Orphon's jerking hand and fingers.

Orphon collapsed on top of him their breathing rugged and uneven, panting.
Their bodies covered in a layer of steaming, sticky sweat.

"That...felt..." Vashka sighed with Orphon having only the strength to nod
his head.

* * *


""I have been expecting you...my wife of yore...long have I waited to
settle this score, Doom of Udala." He said in barely above a whisper.
Feldon did not even move as the Dark General materialised behind him.

"The feeling is mutual...husband.  I have come to finish what I failed to
do all those millennia ago."

"Before we do battle I have questions for you." Feldon replied as calmly as
if talking about the weather and not his potential death.

She laughed loudly.  "Very well then, I can grant you this final death
wish.  Ask."

"Why? Why ally yourself with The Darkness? You are the only Elf in my
knowledge to have done so.  Were you corrupted after your death?"

She laughed again.  "To your knowledge indeed.  Corrupted? No, I loathed
what I was before, I loathed our Elven immortality and the immorality of
the pact and the powers it has given us over mortal men."

"Yet you let me leave Udala before it fell to the enemy."

"Oh no my husband, I wanted to kill you then, end your line as I ended your
seed inside me.  My Master had different plans so I let you live.  I still
was granted pleasure when I opened Udala's gates to the enemy hordes in the
first place.  When I slaughtered so many of your people with my blade and
taught my Master how to create Adalnial.  Now your line is ended and you
die with it."

"Here you are mistaken Roda'tenaros.  I have a son and a new wife, my
lineage stands firm and will inherit Udala once I've restored it to its
former glory, all traces of the Darkness gone and eradicated from her fair
shores." It was a grave thing for one Elf to call another kin-traitor but
that she was and it gave Feldon pleasure to tell her of the existence of
his son after calling her that.

"I shall have to find them and kill them then, but first to end your life."
She was clearly angry now.

"No, you will not.  You do not have the gem with you, the Dark General
Elaria's Bane will move to a new host but you Namathlea will die today."
Feldon remained completely still.

Namathlea gave a shrill laughter full of malice and sarcasm.  "You and
who's army? Mortal weapons, even those made from Elves cannot hurt me."

"Yes, I know, so did my dead King Liandras, so does Aer'andil know.  So I
will fight you differently." Feldon extended his hands holding onto the
spear in front of him.  He turned it perpendicularly with its rear end
touching the broken tower floor.  The once painted tiles now broken and
faded.

"The Spear of Galorn...a rather interesting spear.  Forged by Glothoin's
father Galorn it has one ability I think you my dearest will find
most...lethal." Feldon felt her charge at him.  He grabbed the piece of
parchment and looked at it.  Written on it was what Aer'andil had described
as "The nothing of water".  It was as if his mind had exploded into a
million fragments only to reassemble itself back to its original state.

Feldon knew not how he now knew this one very long word but he now knew it
and there was no time to ponder as to how.  Aer'andil had of course
explained some things of what it was he would be learning but most of it he
had not fully understood.

He spoke two words.  The second word had come to him easier than the first.
His military life had been all about training with magic and with spears.
Spears were his specialty.  As an Elven warrior, as a Hunter of Darkness as
a guardian and tutor of Aer'andil spears he knew like the back of his hand.

He opened his mouth pivoting around on his knees and spoke those two words
loud and clear.

"Teraverishonaridihirnahorivasbirna'arovashbinarivinoridthalinoridavorimarichotiritadorinim."
The floor reverberated and shook as the words rolled out of his mouth.  The
tower's walls and ceiling blew outwards showering the land below with
rubble and the Spear of Galorn became water.

Spear-water.  What he had called out in the true name of yesterday's magic
were the true names of spear and water.

It was too late for Namathlea to change her footing.  Her course dictated
by her determination to kill Feldon, by her haste and by the momentum her
velocity had given her.  Feldon thrust the spear at her without her being
able to avoid it.  It perforated her abdomen.  Feldon twisted the spear
rising to her feet impaling her on the floor.

"How? This...magic is only..." She coughed black blood.

"My King came to me years ago right after the battle of Zah Dah had ended
and told me I would have to learn what no mortal has learned before since
the time before Glothoin and the pact.  What we found out was I could learn
a word and that word I can remember but only he can learn new words...up
until now.  So I cannot and could not teach him the true name of water but
he had time to learn one of three things one has to know to perform this
magic, yesterday's magic.  He learned nothing.  If one knows what water is
not, cannot do, cannot be.  What water is unable to do, where it cannot go
or thrive, one can learn nothing and by knowing nothing one can exclude it
and instantly learn everything water can do and all that water is.  Or at
least this was the guess and gamble the High-King.  I think it paid off
wouldn't you say?" Feldon answered and thrust the spear deeper through her
into the floor.  The floor tiles cracked and broke as water gushed out from
below Namathlea lay dying.

"It would appear though...I have learned a word my king taught me not
entirely on my own so...this is interesting." Feldon told Namathlea in an
almost sarcastic tone before his voice changed to sorrow.  "I am sorry you
felt as you did my wife, rest now."  He pulled the spear from her abdomen
and pierced first her heart and then her head.  Namathlea's eyes lost their
glow, her life extinguished.  A dark shadow left her body which turned to
ash.  Her body unable to maintain its consistency without the black magic
and dark Spiritum spells binding it together anymore.

"My score is settled, my unborn child, Kingdom and honour avenged.  I now
live for my son and for my King." He whispered and exited the tower's
ruins.

"Hunter." An elven Hunter of Darkness came to him.  Feldon wrote a small
letter to Aer'andil, describing what had occurred and the success of the
gamble.  "Make sure this reaches the High-King, give it to him personally.
Go through woods, desert, Castles.  Whatever you have to make sure the
High-King gets this." The Hunter of Darkness saluted him and left.

Feldon walked to the building he and the others were working on restoring
Udala and removing the Darkness' taint were staying in.  Constantly
purified, warded off and watched.  The Restored Kingdom of Udala,
previously Zah Dah was still very much dangerous to be in.  Creatures of
Darkness roamed free, especially in the cover of night.  Spells, Dark
Spiritum and other enchantments, hexes and traps lay about bountiful.
There was a long way to restoring it fully, probably thousands of years.
Feldon closed the door to his room behind him and lay on his bed.  There
for the first time after almost ten thousand years he cried letting go of
the burden he had been carrying ever since Udala fell to the Darkness.

Sleep overtook him.  He like the Elven warriors and Hunters of Darkness
assigned in the restoration and purification of Udala took turns working
during the day or night.  Each meter of land in the city of Udala and the
surrounding countryside had to be made safe.  For that to happen they
worked in teams.  One magic user, one speaker, a melee expert a ranged
warrior and someone who knows of beasts and creatures.  It was a time
consuming effort with sacrifice but it was the High-King's command and
that's all that Feldon required, let alone the fact it was his Kingdom they
were restoring.

Three days later the first of the Elven armies arrived.  Gel'anr's and
Dol'Adur's.


* * *


"We are close to the Shifting Sands!" Gughekren yelled through the sand
storm.  They had been travelling close to three days in this storm.  Three
days with no rest, food or water.  If it had not been for Aer'andil's use
of magic they'd have died hours ago from dehydration.

Aer'andil placed a hand on a pottery bottle they had with them and
whispered.  "Meno droilin, zeltheri torval." Instantly he saw the all the
sand that had accumulated in the bottle removed and whatever moisture there
was in the atmosphere around them added as water.

Aer'andil was riding on the back of Gughekren's boar as they had had to
slay and eat the one he had been riding on.  They had been unable to find
food for days.

"What did you say?" Gughekren asked him curiously.  His voice barely
audible over the noise of the sand storm.

"Add water, remove sand." Aer'andil screamed, holding a cloth over his
mouth and nose so as to not breathe in sand.  "In Elvish.  Are we lost?"
Aer'andil could see no further than his nose.  His hands wrapped around
Gughekren's waist.  Gughekren had given up on trying to find a direction in
the sand storm, instead he had faith in his boar to not walk them into a
quick sand.

"I do not know! I have never before been this far east.  We must be in the
shifting sands soon if not already.  I have never before witnessed a sand
storm this bad." Gughekren replied.  He did not show it but he was afraid.

"You have not been invited Elf." Aer'andil heard a female voice in the sand
storm.  It was as if it was coming from a distance.

"I come uninvited.  I come to learn all that I can of water and everything
there is to know of it." Aer'andil replied in the wind.  He knew the owner
of the voice would hear him.

"The shifting sands do not open for anyone if not invited."

Aer'andil heard the voice to his right and front.  The other ear heard it
more distant.  "I know how to navigate the Shifting Sands.  Let me pass on
front and take the reins." He yelled to Gughekren who shifted to the right
of the saddle.  In normal circumstances he would not allow anyone to touch
his boar let alone ride it like this but these were not normal
circumstances.  Aer'andil passed a leg in front of Gughekren and then the
rest of his body.

He took the boar's reins and closed his eyes.  Eyesight was useless now,
his ears and enhanced Elven hearing would guide them through.

"I have invited myself.  I am here for one purpose.  To help you rest."

"I wish not to rest.  I wish to live on.  I have no prophesy for you.  Be
gone!"

"No, oh ancient one.  You have been tricked, you think yourself farseer
because you made a pact with the exiled one, you were tricked."  Aer'andil
dismissed her.

"Tricked? I was not tricked! But I will teach you to be audacious.  I will
make you a prophesy...if you can pass the Shifting Sands.  The traps of
ages.  My guardians." She answered full of sarcasm.

"Guardians? Don't make me laugh witch, those are your jailors." Aer'andil
countered her with a gleeful sarcasm to match hers.

"Jailors? Sand is like liquid, flowing whichever way I desire them to! I am
free to venture to the rest of Elaria whenever I want."  She tried to
dismiss his claim but Aer'andil could hear it in her voice.  Doubt.

"And yet, you have not for how long? How long have you been here?"
Aer'andil used his Elven hearing and her voice like a beacon.  He turned
the boar this way and that according to where he could hear her voice
clearer, louder.

They had departed from Agteldosh five, almost six days ago and this
unnatural sand storm had been pummeling them for three nearly four days
now.  Twice already the boar had almost stepped inside a quick sand pit.,
even the boar in its natural habitat, evolved to live in the sand dunes of
eastern Elaria was having problems.

"I have not wanted it for..."

"Yes? For how many years have you been jailed in this place of water? You
were tricked! You were a farseer before you just did not know it, it did
and tricked you in a pact of Darkness."

"I have not wanted to get out of here for almost nine hundred thousand
years.  Why would I want to? It is a place of arid desert."

Aer'andil continued to bait her, to talk to her for almost six hours until
the Shifting Sands cleared, the storm ended and before them lay a valley
not of sand but of lush green fields.

A few meters away stood a lone Orkhavoc, she looked old astride her boar.
Behind her barely visible in the horizon a large lake.  The place of water.

Gughekren could not believe his eyes.  Having never gone to the world of
humans or Valana he had never seen so much green in his life.  Aer'andil
walked them to the elder she-Orkhavoc.

"Are you the farseer?" He asked her, his hand on his bow.

"No.  I was told a prophesy a hundred years ago.  I hail from Retrsolig.  A
hundred years ago the farseer told me "In a hundred years from now you will
see coming from the Shifting Sands a being you will not recognise riding on
a boar with an Orkhavoc prince behind him.  They are my doom, my end and
the restoration of water." She appeared to not like giving me this
prophesy." The She-Orkhavoc spoke in a gentle yet firm voice, her eyes
blind from age.

"Why do you say this wise and old one?" Aer'andil asked, his hand still
near his bow on his shoulder.

"From what she told me after.  "End them or the next time a calamity
threatens Retrsolig I will tell no one, invite no one and Retrsolig will
come to an end.  I have come to this spot every day for a hundred years,
hoping to prove her prophesy false." She was sad yet hopeful.

"What do you intend to do now that it has come true?" Aer'andil asked
cautiously.

"She does not know Orkhavocs.  I will not dishonour my clan, my City and my
family name by cowering away from danger to save my City.  I will not end
you or stop you.  The lake behind me is the place of water, she resides
within.  End her and restore water to Elaria."  She answered and turned to
leave.

"Not the whole of Elaria, only Orkhavoc lands." Gughekren stated.

"Even better.  End her.  My name is Foreshka I am glad to have met you, I
will go and meet my city's fate in my city." Foreshka left.

"We should rest.  She will not just let me kill her without a fight I
think." Aer'andil told Gughekren who nodded his approval.  It was dusk with
the sun setting behind them, on the other side of the Shifting Sands.

"I will make camp.  Tomorrow we fight the farseer." Gughekren responded.
Aer'andil moved his head negatively.

"No, this battle is mine you must stay behind." Aer'andil's voice was not
confrontational, only assertive of the fact he knew to be the truth.

"I will not cower away from a battle." Gughekren clenched his fist shaking
it at Aer'andil with passion in his tone of voice.

"Hit me with your battleaxe." Aer'andil stated simply.

"What? No, I will kill you." Gughekren shook his head negatively.

"You are pathetic, your father will be ashamed of you and your puny..."
Aer'andil baited his friend and ally knowing the young Orkhavoc had a very
short temper when insulted like this.

Gughekren roared and attacked him.  Just as his battleaxe lowered over his
head Aer'andil spoke the true name of wind.

In a blink of an eye he turned into wind, thundering wind.

Gughekren was blown backwards, falling back-first on his boar.

"You cannot hurt me Gughekren and you will not be able to hurt the
farseer." Aer'andil told him in an otherworldly voice.

Gughekren stood up and charged at Aer'andil again.  Aer'andil spoke and
Gughekren was lifted off his feet swinging in the air round and round until
he was pounded back down on the grass and ground.  It was not done with
enough power to kill him or injure him just enough strength to make a point
and daze him.

"She will not scar your pride as I now have.  She will kill you.  I cannot
have to guard you or worry about you.  I must be able to fight her without
worry.  I am truly sorry I had to insult you as I did but you needed to
understand what I will face tomorrow and why you would not stand a chance."
Aer'andil became flesh and bones again, naked as the day he was born.

"I have got to find a way to transform my clothes as well as my body." He
whispered to himself then turning his gaze back at Gughekren who just stood
there.

"It is not in my nature to not fight my battles." He replied, he seemed
distraught.

"I am not asking you to not fight your battles, I am asking you to not
fight mine. This is my battle." Aer'andil made it easier for Gughekren to
back down without losing the face he was afraid he would lose if he did not
fight with him tomorrow.

"You..." Gughekren took a deep breath, it really was against his nature to
back down from a fight. "You are correct. I will stay with the boar
tomorrow. Someone has to guard her we do not know how honourable the
Orkhavocs are here. They might steal her." He reasoned. Aer'andil hid a
smile at how Gughekren had rationalised it so that it would sound as if he
was not backing down from a fight.

Aer'andil nodded. "Indeed, we need her for the journey back and she is
indeed a mighty and loyal boar." He walked to the boar's side and lay down
resting his head on her furry flank.

Gughekren passed the rest of the afternoon at examining every single
different grass, flower and wheat.  It was the first time he was seeing any
of it. Aer'andil concentrated on meditating and conversing with his spirit.

Tomorrow he'd fight the second seeress. He had to learn water's true name
from her somehow and from how she had spoken to him it was highly unlikely
she would just offer him the information. He wondered if Feldon had fought
his previous wife and how it had gone.

He hoped his tutor, second in command of the Hunters of Darkness and father
of Norion was alive and well.

These and other thoughts like these troubled his mind until sleep overtook
him.



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