Chapter One Part One: Lucky Misfortunes
Rating: T
Chapter One Part One
Lucky Misfortunes
A small figure stood hunched over, cloaked and still, over an elegant flashing sphere, like a constant observer. The sky was black, sprinkled with massive blue stars, obviously not far in the distance. The area was somewhere located in space. What separated the hooded creature from the dark emptiness was a box, which made a room around him. The walls were made from transparent purple energy, which discharged electricity randomly and sent ripples through the structure.
Suddenly, a door materialized, white and opulent, covered in black magical symbols, and sent a wave of the room’s energy through the floor like a rock falling in water. Light flashed through the cracks of the door, and it creaked open, and then jutted out with great force releasing a wind visible by dust into the room, and slicing into the silent box with a gust of violent winds. A humanoid figure stepped out into the doorway and cut into the light pouring in, pausing, and then slowly sticking a human-like hand out with black sleeves, gripping the door’s rim to pull himself out. All the while the even more mysterious figure obsessively peering into the ball of swirling lights did not look over his shoulder to see the intrusion.
Finally, the shadow in the bright doorway threw himself out, leaping out into the middle of the area, revealing an average size man with bright thin clean-trimmed hair, with a serious look upon his face, although somehow childish, conflicting with his older facial features. His blue eyes young and bright, but bore the same coldness. He wore a cloak like the other figure, but was black not brown, and held a zipper down the center.
With a flick of his hand behind him, the noisy door closed, and sunk into the clear floor disappearing, returning the void of silence. The hunched figure moved his head to the side, still not showing his face, but was his sign of acknowledgment, “What words do you bring me Lucifer? Why do you ale me so?”
Lucifer quickly dropped to a knee and bent his
head down and spoke, “Master Gyru…” He paused, like he was deliberating on the words to say next.
“Yes?” Gyru shuffled a little in his cloak, and broke into Lucifer’s thoughts.
“Remember Lucas?” he lifted his head, “He was vanquished overnight.”
The strange being huddled over the floating ball faced it again and stood. Moments crawled by with silence, which clouded the others mind with fear. Suddenly Gyru swirled around and something shot out of top of his cloak curling around like a snake. It was his neck extended, which was a black and dark misty substance. At the end of it was a theatre mask, with a white and black side, the white side had its mouth curled into a smile, and the black side had its mouth in a frown. “You think I was ignorant?” he spoke with an assertive but playful voice and giggled.
The surprise made Lucifer jump to his feet with a jerk and gasped, “N-no. I came here wanting to discuss it… i-if you wanted?” His normal cold face snapped into a scared grimace.
The awkward neck unraveled with another startling flash of movement as he cackled with amusement. The masked head slid into its original place on top his shoulders and he turned for the first time. His dark ghost-like hand opened up in front of him and he clenched it into a fist and squeezed and then opened once more to reveal a ring with a large oval shaped ruby jutting from its golden body.
Lucifer resumed his fierce look and looked upon the priceless object now in his master’s hand, “What do you plan to do with that?”
Gyru fiddled around with the ring and tossed it about carelessly while staring off into the sea of ebony that is space. He looked down at the ring after some time and said, “I came upon his unworthy presence and gave him true life. Though true, he will rise again, but I will not be holding his hand…” He put the ring on his ethereal thumb like was going to flip it like a coin, “His soul is now the world’s.” And with that he flicked it up and over his head and it landed into the sphere and made a sparkling snap of magic that fizzled out into the atmosphere.
Lucifer stuck out his hand and took a half step forward like he was going to dive after the jewelry. “Y-you…”
“Expendable wasn’t he? A replacement is easy, like reaching up into a tree…” Gyru calmly spoke and reached up into the empty space above him, and the energy room quivered and sparked and the sphere behind them exploded a green material that painted the floor and phased through the two of them and suddenly the endless space was missing, and was replaced by a beautiful cloudless blue sky, and at their feet short bright green grass layered above now real earth. Lucifer looked around and appreciated magic at its finest and surveyed the open field with a few healthy enormous trees strewn about.
Gyru now stood upon a hill next to a tree at its peak littered with apples, with his arm still in its reach. His hand disappeared among the branches and leaves, “And retrieving an apple.” His hand dropped down again and he cupped his hands together, and inside was a shiny golden apple.
Lucifer looked upon Gyru once more and saw the apple, and was not amused. His eyes crawled across the land, and found what he was searching for. The sphere still remained intact in its same position hovering about the landscape. He walked along kicking the flowers into the air on his way and huddled over it.
Upon closer inspection, it was a small version of Earth, which Lucifer looked at with a terrible look of hatred, and he glanced back at the amused figure atop the hill as he spoke, “Who will be the new Titan Seeker then my lord?”
Gyru tossed the apple up a few times, and became bored and let it fall, rolling off the hill top and disappearing among the mass of flowers. “Hmmm…”
It was fall. And the Northern University of Magic has opened up again for students to reenter and educate themselves with Nerrik approved magic. And a dark brown haired student, given the name of Stron Immeral, is for the Northern University of Magic Entry Exam.
Stron is an eladrin, one hundred twelve years young, and is a prodigy of the magical arts, able to memorize the science and has extensive aptitude in casting spells. The test is two weeks off, and he is currently walking down a path through the streets of Nerrik, the eladrin capital of Kael-Yon, reading a book of ancient glyphs.
The highly well known Nerrik is a massive city, filled with towers and castles that poked above the shielding walls that bordered around it , patrolled by guards and protected by magical wards. Inside the streets are aligned with connected buildings with very little variety in color, usually covered in a bright white or a dark black. It is also very populated, one of the most largest and powerful strongholds in the country of Kael-Yon, entirely filled with eladrin and elves alike. Nerrik’s High Elves control the rules and laws of the people, and are under the belief allowing other races inside would cause impending chaos, or hold back the elves and eladrin in their attempt to exist peacefully.
Nerrik also is surrounded by Avian Fields, a large wide open field with a single path leading out of Nerrik, which goes on for miles and miles before reaching any sign of civilization. But if your looking for nearby civilization, you should look to the skys. Avian Fields has gotten its name from the hovering airships piloted by the winged race, the peaceful and intelligent Avians, who are men covered in feathers and bare a large beak. The Avians have been flying around in Avian fields for ages, living in the similar lifestyle of elves and eladrins, keeping among their selves and the fleet of color birds of every kind that find home in Avian Fields.
“Hey!” a voice familiar to Stron Immeral cried out, making him jump and look up for once from his book. It was Luasios, a close elf friend of his, was waving his arm around with a frenzy, well aware that Stron was very into his studies. Luasios had long spiky blonde hair, and had a green tunic with brown gloves and boots, along with his most prized possession strapped to his back, his bow and quiver, which he carries around with him always.
“Luasios?” Stron marked his page and slammed the tome shut and walked slowly to Luasios, “What’s up?”
Luasios made quick work of making Stron uncomfortable by wrapping his arm around his shoulder and walking in the direction Stron was going, “So, I see your taking it easy with taking the exam that’s a good ways off.”
“Yep,” this was not the first time he was caught buried in his books, Stron thought, eying his book as they strolled down the many roads of Nerrik.
Suddenly Luasios jerked Stron backwards, and he looked up to see what was happening and he saw a parade of armored and robed elves making a plethora of clangs and thumps as they marched with emotionless and wise faces, not a melancholy bone among the battery.
“Reinforcements…” the ranger said under his breath while releasing his arm on Stron as the magicians and warriors made their way out of the safe and protective walls of Nerrik.
“One day, I will be commanding troops like these,” Stron gripped the book in front of him and squeezed.
“Hopefully there won’t be a need for that my ambitious friend.”
“Not likely, this war won’t end unless one of us ends it entirely,” Stron said with a sigh.
“Looks like the battle at the Forest of Dreams is still going the same way as it was last week…” Luasios said with a frown, which flipped upside down, showing how it not affecting him at the present moment was good enough for him.
The walking dead men before them was a result of the destruction brought on upon by The Immortal. As much as it bothered most people to call him that, to give him the respect and satisfaction of calling him by such an anonymous and honorable name, but that was the label he gave himself, and no other info on the character has been found ever since then.
The Immortal is a being that has become the symbol of destruction and domination for eight years. He is a half-elf (at least that’s what his appearance tells) that appeared out of nowhere, and the day he revealed himself was suppose to be a day of peace and to be remembered as a great revelation, since it was when the peace treaty was being signed by the leaders in Darean with the war amongst themselves and the dwarves which has been going on for decades.
It has been said that he came upon the glorious site at the underground city of Darean, in front of the huge audience of citizens. He started preaching to them with talk of meaningless lives and wasted life. And he said, “All your lives are forfeit,” and a star that blotted out the sun in the sky down and sprinkled beams that ripped and torn the earth apart, sending the massive city asunder and with no help at all turned the land of Darean into what is now known as The Pit.
Ever since then, he somehow enslaved and enrolled thousands of soldiers under his command, following his ‘will.’ Whatever that is, if it is anything at all, is currently unknown, and there are few survivors left to tell the story of his appearance, which all of are now living a nomadic life.
“My father is in control of the Nerrik troops there, so it should be alright. He is the Elvan King’s only son,” Stron broke the silence of the two watching the exiting men finally disappear in the distance and pondering.
“Right, yes. Of course,” Luasios answered with little thought. Hearing about Stron’s royalty was not his favorite subject. Suddenly something red glistened in the sky high up that caught his attention.
“What?” Stron looked up at what made him look up and a small metal object fell on his forehead and his legs gave in and he fell over spilling his book on the ground. Luasios jumped over his fallen friend and retrieved the object and held it close to his face.
“What is it?” Stron said picking up his book and then rose to his feet rubbing his head. It was an invaluable looking ring that was gold and held a jaw-dropping ruby on its face. “That rock is huge!”
“I know!” Luasios started to overflow with giddiness, which was a slap to the head to Stron, he knew exactly what made him so excited. If there was anything Luasios cared for more than his bow it was… “This is a total chick magnet!”
“No! You can’t just give it to some girl so you can satisfy your needs!” Stron grabbed at the jewelry and Luasios’s cat like reflexes were too impressive, his arms arching back away from him holding his precious out of his reach as Stron toppled over on the ground once again.
“Heh heh” Luasios laughed with amusement, Stron has always been athletically challenged, and he himself was gifted with natural quickness and strength. But he sensed something wrong, and he noticed the wrong was gone, and with a gasp he whirled around seeking his key to women. But then he caught on quickly, also aware of the magic that made up for his lacking physical attributes. Above him was a floating hand with the new found ring and it hovered over to the now sitting Stron and dropped it in his hands that nestled on his lap.
Stron Immeral stood up, wiping off his robes free of dust and held the ring into the sky and looked at it. “I sense something. Like I am not holding just a ring. Like I am holding something else too.” Stron could almost hear something called out to him, or rather lashing out.
As they were peering into it, the ground shook below them with a huge rupture that sent the ring in Stron’s uncoordinated hands and bounced down the steps leading to an alley between two small buildings, and continued to travel down out of site.
“What was that?!” cried Luasios who staggered and the noticed the ring disappearing and chased after it, forgetting the earthquake that continued to shake with great force.
“Luasios! Where are you going!?” Stron reached out after him, but couldn’t stop him in time so he ran after him with a horrible schlep, barely staying on his feet.
It continued to roll, almost as if it was moving about at its free will. And although just moments ago it was bright and the sun was beating down on them, it was now mysteriously a depressing pitch black, and the black houses at their sides made only the now glowing ring, a small red star that gave a dim moonlight like light in the alley, and the buildings shook, chunks of their exterior breaking apart and rained down on them.
The ring took a sharp miraculous turn to the right out of the alley, with Luasios close behind, and Stron slugging behind, the vibrating ground beneath him manipulating his movements.
Outside of the alleyway held the Main Grounds, a large open area with a sprouting fountain with a statue of the Elf King Mailok in a standing position with his arms out making his body like a T and his hands slightly open, where the water bellowed down from. The ground became marble, and the houses made a ring around the foundation, with a pattern of a white house and then black house. Several small passageways led to the ring, and a path led out behind the fountain that was aligned with trees to the Grand Castle of Nerrik which was a large white spire, which had several slightly smaller black and white spires protruding from its stem that each had a slight arc, as if protecting the middle tower. It would be a beautiful sight any other time, but the ugly black that painted the sky brought an eerie twilight at the Main Grounds.
The first thing that Luasios noticed as he broke out into the Main Grounds was that it was filled with a herd of elves and eladrin, but there was no abundance of noise, no sound, not even the wind, like there was something stopping the wind itself. They all stood like fireflies close to a light, all staring with their heads with a slight upward incline. The golden flashing ring bounced and continued to travel towards the crowd. Stron busted out of the shelter of the now still buildings, and tried to see what was so interesting.
Luasios repaid his attention to the escaping ring and he pulled out an arrow of his quiver and the bow in a swift movement and fired, the arrow went through the ring and stuck to the ring stopping it from traveling, and for a brief moment after, it itched around a little like it wanted to continue moving but finally stopped struggling. The ranger pulled the arrow out and with his other hand retrieved the ring, as Stron ran to his side and looked at it once more himself and then ran onward, eager to find what is going on.
He made his way through the cloud of civilians, pushing them away, and they bounced off of him lifelessly. What could be reducing the strong willed elves of Nerrik like this? Stron trudged through the crowd to the front of the group to see the culprit. It was clearly a half-elf standing with great balance atop the head of the statue of Mailok. Pale skin, a bored expression, eyes glazed over, pupils clearly a misty grey. His hair was a distinct blue, which cascaded down his face in a messy fashion. He wore a black skin tight leather coat that had black several layered shoulder pads with spikes protruding upward. And his arms rested on his hips giving him a confident look. And then it all pieced together for him. The thing that was standing above all of them was him.
I am sorry if it is too long. If too much to read at one time, please mention so and I can cut down a little. What you see now is 3,126 words. Thank you for your time. ^w^
