Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2016 06:28:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: A.B. <ckskb1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Chronicles of Valana Vol 2: Elaria's Bane chapter 11

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Chapter 11: War and schism


Aer'andil woke up as the sun rose above the horison to the fields in the
east. A red shimmering sun. "Yes, there will be blood spilled today." He
thought to himself placing his bow on his shoulder, his quivers to his
waist.

He took a breath and started for the place of water, for the lake and ruins
where the farseer lived.

It took him three days to arrive at the ruins.

He walked through the broken walls and fallen columns. Through the ruined
buildings by the streams and canals of the lake until he came to a large
circular square overshadowed by a large dome and columns ruin.

"Farseer. I have come." Aer'andil shouted. There was a stillness in the
air, a staleness in the ground. A few minutes later, a girl in white came
out of the domed building, walking slowly.

"So you have, Elf. What do you want? Still want to kill me?" She asked
almost cautiously.

"Still think you have not been fooled?" Aer'andil saw her change from a
little girl to an adult woman and then to an old lady the more she stepped
away from the domed building nearest to the lake.

"I have lived for three hundred thousand years, I am as young as I was back
then and I have possessed power and ability I would not have
otherwise. Yes, I still believe I was not fooled." She replied
matter-of-factly.

"Yet, I can hear the doubt in your voice. You have not lived for three
hundred thousand years, you have lived for almost one million years."
Aer'andil countered.

"Lies! I am still young and I am a farseer. I would not be without the
pact." She almost screamed at him.

"Pact? You made a pact of Darkness? You are a bigger fool than I
thought. You signed away your soul, Elaria's water supply and for what? You
were a farseer even without the pact. He fooled you into thinking you were
not but you were and are. You power does not come from the pact with him it
comes from your connection to yesterday's magic." Aer'andil continued to
dispute her.

"Why would you want to kill me? I did not sign away all of Elaria's water,
only the water belonging to the land where the Orkhavocs. They were
becoming way too numerous and my countrymen, my king would not listen to
reason. They could not see the growing danger so I had to act on my own and
I did. Three hundred thousand years without as much water would decline
their numbers enough so that they would never be a threat to Humanity again
and I would remain young and with the ability to see the future. Why do you
want to end this?"

"The Orkhavocs and the humans had never been at odds before your
medling. Ever since they have been constantly warring against each
other. You thought this would lessen their numbers? It has and yet it has
not. They will always exist and they will always reach a mass big enough to
launch war after war against the humans. You have made it far worse than
before.  It has not been three hundred thousand years it has been one
million years and I am here to end this, give the Orkhavocs back their
water, give them fertile lands to cultivate and not have to war with the
humans for the agricultural lands.

"No, you will not. You are as much an imbecile as my countrymen...when they
were still alive. I cannot allow you to do this."
 The Farseer replied enraged.

"Not much you can do about it, I'm afraid." Aer'andil taunted her.

"Oh yes, there is. I am bound to the pact, I am immortal and mere mortal
weapons cannot harm me but I can hurt you." The Farseer spoke a word and
her body turned to water. Gughekren, hidden behind some ruins, did not
understand the language but Aer'andil did. He knew it all too well.

"So you know the tongue of yesterday's magic?" Aer'andil asked her
casually.

"The pact binds me to water. I have learned this one word even if I do not
understand what it means I know it gives me immense power over water."

"How would a pact with Darkness give you...no it binds you to it...is it
everything all or nothing that you understand after making a contract like
this? You are one million years old...how are you a human..." Aer'andil
said to one in particular.

"What are you talking about Elf? I will not allow you to harm me or my
cause." She attacked him.

"You are not human are you? You are a Nial. Humans and Elves came to be
after the pact my ancestor made with the Spiritum Aeternae. The Nials could
learn yesterday's magic, humans so far have been unable to. None of the
other generals except for Elaria's Bane in the form of Feldon's previous
wife have been so far able to learn yesterday's magic. The Darkness cannot
for spirits cannot..." Aer'andil did not even bother moving as she ran at
him, speaking calmly.

"SHUT UP!"

"So be it. Enough talk." Aer'andil replied, his face becoming deadly
serious. "Break the bonds of water and Darkness." He said in the same
unrecognisable, to Gughekren, language.

The Farseer fell on the ground dragging nearer to Aer'andil for a few
meters. She wailed in despair.

"See your skin now Farseer. See the fool you've been made. You are not
young, you are old and wrinkled. Your life has been one of lies. I release
you from this burden." The Farseer looked at her wrinkled, almost skeletal
hands letting one more wailing screech.

"Water." Aer'andil became a figure of clear water.

"How? You knew not this word before!" The Farseer demanded in a ghastly old
voice.

"I am Aer'andil son of Liandras descendant of Glothoin, the man who created
the pact with the Spiritum Aeternae.  I can see an elf transform into an
animal and I know how to do it myself. Likewise, I can learn yesterday's
magic by listening to it. You spoke the word, I learned it." Aer'andil told
her and removed the bow from his shoulder and an arrow from one of the
quivers tied around his waist. He aimed it at her lap.

"I have a prophesy for you seed of Glothoin. Three of us there were. One
knew and committed willingly even if fooled.  One was fooled without her
knowledge even if with a hateful heart. The third does not know even if she
has a will of malice and iron. The puppet will kill you for you to kill
him."

"Rest now." He told her peacefully. "Arrow of fire and water." He said in
yesterday's magic and the arrow changed into liquid fire. Aer'andil let
loose aiming for the now revealed pitch black spherical gem in a fabric
crevice in her lap.

The arrow left the bowstring shattering the gem. It sent shockwaves sending
him flying back. The Farseer turned into ash before vanishing into the
wind.

In an instant the ruins began to crumble, the earth to shake and the water
in the pool to bubble up.

Aer'andil landed on his feet. He placed the bow on his shoulder. "Elaria
will change now, again."

Behind them the sand storm in the Shifting Sands stopped.

"Gughekren, come out. I know you're hiding there." Aer'andil said
aloud. Gughekren came out of one of the columns still standing grinning
impishly.

"I could not let you come alone, I had to see what would happen here."

"Well, nothing to it. We need to return to your father."


* * *


"You called for me? My Queen?" Imer entered the Queen's private chambers
feeling apprehensive. It was night.  The Queen behind a desk in one of the
room's corners. The room was lit by only two candles on the desk.

"Yes, Imer, come in. Come in." She replied cordially.

"The King, your Highness?" Imer asked not really wanting to be the cause of
rumours, rumours involving him and the Queen. It could be...unhealthy.

"Please sit down." The Queen motioned to a chair opposite her. "The King is
otherwise occupied I'm afraid.  One of his bitches I'm sure." She said
dismissively.

Imer sat where instructed, crossing his legs and placing his hands,
casually, on the chair's arms.

"I know you are planning to kill my husband. I will help you with two
conditions." The Queen told him with an ease one could think she was
talking about the weather.

"I am n..." Imer started to deny her claims.

"Please, Imer. Do not waste both our time and my patience on attempts to
deny the obvious. I know you are colluding with The Vaghish to assassinate
the King. I do not mind if I did you'd already be dead in your sleep. Your
children as well. I do not. In fact, I want to help you in your endeavour
if you will accept my proposal." She cut him off.

"And if I do not?" Imer tested the waters.

"I am a woman of many talents, resources and much...malice. I wish to have
my jailors dead. You will help me or you will not get out of this room
alive." Behind her, from the shadows came forth a cat-like creature with
black sleek, glossy fur. Its eyes glowed red. Its mouth displayed white
fangs. Drool dripped from its lower jaw. The Queen placed a hand on its
head caressing it.

"This is my pet. I call it Jagavirk. Soul eater and you know what? It does
exactly that. It will eat your soul through your bone marrow, if I command
it so. What do you reply?" The Queen smiled.

"What are your conditions, my Queen?" Imer replied emotionless.

"You kill the son, I kill the father and my brother and you break all
contact with The Vaghish. My Master has...plans for them."

"I accept." Imer replied calmly.

"Good. I think you should head to your son's bedroom. My stepson is about
to make an interesting discovery."  The Queen bent her head over reading
some papers on the desk.

Imer stood up and left. The Queen knew of his contact with Micraal and the
Vaghish but she knew not of the Elves' part in this. He walked as fast as
he could without actually looking rushed or anxious to the rooms where the
Elves stayed while in the Palace and knocked on the door.

Terastil opened the door. "Make it so that no one else can hear us."

"It is already done. I could feel your troubled heartbeat from two floors
down." Terastil replied.

"The Queen knows I am plotting to kill my brother.  He is not the Darkness
in the throne. She is." He saw Terastil looking at him as if he did not
know what he was talking about. "Do not do this, we have not the time.  I
have not had many ambitions in my life, in fact, I've only had two. To be
knowledgeable and to protect my family.  Riches come third and wanting. I
am knowledgeable. I know you and your King have come here to kill the
Darkness sitting in Oghelle's throne. That Darkness is not the King. Now I
have done as your King requested and I demand that you, Norion and my
children leave this place tonight." Imer demanded in the strictest of
tones.

"The letter my King gave you, what did it say?"

"Imer Averegn if you still want to remove the Darkness from your throne I
have but one condition, it is you who kills the King, not I, not Norion,
not my guardians. I am sure you will ask for the safety of your children,
if you find a way to send them to Udala, her King will be waiting for
them." He remembered it still. "I have made preparations. Bava is already
in the port under my guardsmen's protection. Uer and Norion?" Imer asked.

"All has been taken care of. The Queen is correct. you should go to your
son's room." Imer turned to leave.  "And Imer. Have faith for not all is as
it seems." Terastil closed the door.

"Everything ready in here? We must leave." Terastil spoke to Uragoth.

Uragoth shook his head. "No, my King has different orders for me."

"I see, does Minaroth know?" Uragoth shook his head again. "No. Now, I must
be going, things are in motion that cannot be stopped." Uragoth grabbed his
sword and runes and left the room.

Terastil left for the docks.

Imer walked to his son's bedroom. He saw Lovikor open the door a few inches
before storming in.

"How dare you!? You dare commit such sin in my father's palace?!" He yelled
at the top of his lungs.

Imer burst in to see his son, a stunned look on his face, on all fours,
naked with Norion standing behind him, his dick in the boy's bubble butt.

"I demand Shaghk-ka on you, Elf!"

"You are not in a position to demand anything, boy." Imer tried to hold
Lovikor by his shoulder.

Lovikor shook his shoulder shoving Imer's hand away. "Yes, I am. He is
insulting me in my own house, he is a guest.  I demand Shaghk-ka. It is
done. Chose the hour, Elf."

"I take their place. You will fight me, boy. Now let us go to your father."
Imer forcefully grabbed Lovikor by his neck dragging him outside. "You two,
get dressed and head to the docks." He told his son and Norion.


* * *

Glogak, of Nogavad. I am here with my army to kill you and you bring only a
few guards?"

"Here in the dunes, Karigor of Drundmondr? You would assassinate your
High-King amidst the dunes without even a proper battle? I have no army as
you see. I am coming to your city as requested to discuss terms to avoid
war between us and you attempt to assassinate me? You have no honour."
Glogak had taken only his honour guards riding their boars. They now stood
in a small "valley" surrounded by tall dunes and the Sagathlond army led by
their rebellious king.

"Lies! I never asked for that." Karigor denied Glogak's claim.

"Oh, you would conduct war against our peoples' traditions and attack my
kingdom without first discussing terms?"  Glogak grinned inwardly. He could
see the discontent and hear the whispers coming from the ten thousand of
Sagathlond's strong.

"I...you are twisting this, I never asked for this. You were going to
attack me, I am merely defending myself and my kingdom." Karigor lied.

"I? Attack you? Where's my army then? Or are your people to believe that
ten thousand of the finest warriors the Orkhavocs have could be defeated by
a mere one hundred of my guards? Do you underestimate your own soldiers so
much?" Glogak fired at Karigor.

"I...you are lying. I demand Hogivakir uji tev vadoshdi." Karigor
understood he had stepped into a verbal trap and losing his temper he
requested for a battle to the death.

"So be it. Battle to the death it is." Glogak dismounted handling his
battle double-axe.

"The winner takes the loser's army and kingdom." Glogak announced.

"No, he takes the loser's females and kills his male children as well."
Glogak restrained himself to a nod of acceptance.

Karigor fetched two great-swords from the saddle on his boar hitting them
at each other for intimidation.

Karigor attacked first holding one of the two swords in front of him and
the arching the other above his head at Glogak.  Glogak stepped to the side
using his battle-axe to parry Karigor's great-sword.

"You are weak." Glogak spat at Karigor bringing his battleaxe on an upwards
curve to Karigor's chin. Karigor used his second great-sword to parry it
and the battle carried on with the two kings exchanging blows.


* * *


Imer walked them to the throne room where the King sat on his throne, he
looked unsettled and gleeful. He had obviously just had fun with one of his
court's concubines. Next to him sat the Queen also looking very happy. Imer
knew why.  As Imer entered the throne room he saw Caaran Jutli, the Queen's
brother, standing a few steps from the twin thrones.

"You called for me sister, what is it? I am a busy man." Such rudeness was
rare in the court, at least in front of the King and Queen.

"You will see soon enough my brother, soon enough indeed. What is it Imer?"
The Queen directed her attention at Imer.

"Your son, my brother, has asked for Shaghk-ka against your guest, Norion
Anorion of Udala and I have taken his place will you take your son's
place?"

"No, he will not." The Queen spoke first.


* * *


Micraal entered The Vaghish's hideout to find it empty except for Nisdor
standing in the middle of the vast, vaulted, empty welcome chamber. Only a
few torches hang on the walls provided some dim light in the vast room.

"Where are the others?" Micraal demanded.

"They are not here. I sent them away to find Caaran Jutli. We will kill him
tonight." Nisdor replied.

"No, we will not. Why are you taking such initiative against your Leader?"
Micraal asked furious.

"You know. I did not want to believe it when the voice told me you had
turned against us but I see it now. He was correct. Why do you not want to
kill the man responsible for most of our woes in Oghelle?"

"Because it is not yet time. He is required alive by my...ally and friend
for now." Micraal did not like where this was going. "Voice? Did he cause
you pain? Or did he promise you something if you betray me?"

"Neither. He just gave me Caaran's location while you slumber and now as he
predicted you do not want him dead."  Nisdor fired back at Micraal in a
frantic sort of enraged state.

"Yet, not kill him yet. Do you not listen to me? Of course I want the
bastard dead, just not yet." Micraal saw Nisdor unsheathe his two short
blades.

"Lies! Defend yourself." Nisdor launched himself at Micraal.


* * *


Karigor used both his swords to attack Glogak. Glogak parried and "broke"
his twist to the left swinging the battle-axe in a way that brought one of
Karigor's blades away from him and the other down his pauldron-protected
shoulder.

The sword broke the pauldron in half and embedded itself on Glogak's armour
and shoulder.

Karigor laughed breaking his wrist to bring his other sword around. He
failed to see Glogak's sneer.



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