The destiny of a prince

Chapter XX

                                                                           The coming of the Dark Lord

                       Far from the Silver Clow in a very deep mountain there was a sound as if someone was digging for something. Goblins and orcs worked in the alley, even if they did not suffer, digging in the mountains in search of a weapon that could help Gharel bring his master back to earth faster. After long years of searching, it was all over ... when one of the goblins caused an explosion in which both goblins and orcs were thrown.

                      One of the orcs rises and looks at the hole in the wall where the explosion took place and observes something bright. Near the holes, the orc fell to the ground without a breath.

                     -Call Master Gharel, said a goblin. You say I found what he was looking for.

                     The goblin ran as close as possible to the surface of the mountain, stopping in front of a large fire in which he threw a liquid, causing it to grow much larger than usual. Then a voice came from the fire, causing him to turn back.

                      - I hope you have good reason to disturb me, said Gharel.

                      - Yes, master. It has been found what you have been searching for a long time, but we cannot get our hands on it.

                     - Do not approach her, just protect her wine as quickly as possible.

                     The fire went out leaving the goblin in total darkness. The noises made by the goblin and the orcs had ceased, there were still noises made by the goblins who were arguing among themselves, taking to the battle with orcs. The sword was guarded by two orcs who would not let anyone approach it until Gharel's arrival. Shortly after Gharel was announced, he appeared in front of the mountain where he was led by an orc to the deepest part of the mountain at the found sword. When Gharel wanted to touch the sword he was thrown down as if it were a small stone.

                         Gharel gets up and orders them to bring firewood and leave it alone to let Lucifer know. In the fire made by Gharel the reddest eyes appeared that he could ever see.

                       - What is it?

                    -I have good news and bad news, said Gharel. The good news is that I finally found the sword, but the bad news is that I can't get my hands on it. I think she is protected by magic, if I were a simple man I would have died as soon as I tried to touch her.

                      - Really good news, but you have to put your hand on it so you can't use it to get me back faster. I need that sword now, said Lucifer, raising his voice.

                    - But how? It's impossible to break that spell ...

                    - Nothing is impossible for us. If you know what's good for you ... in two days I want the sword to be in your possession and not in this mountain, did you understand?

                  - I need more power to pull that sword. Give me four days and it will be ready, said Gharel.

                  - Hmmm ... you have four days to get the power you need to put your hand on the sword, it's important for this war. Corvin is getting closer and closer to being successful and you are doing nothing good to stop him.

                   -It seems that I exceeded all my expectations, said Gharel. But he will not reach the wizards, he will in no way gather all the signatures to renew the treaty, he will be in vain without the kingdom of men.

                   - When will the people see that the king of law has come to recapture his kingdom do you think that people will still worship Rohan? Everyone will rise up against him and Corvin will have the kingdom back, you shouldn't allow it, do you understand?

                      - Rohan knows what will happen if he loses his kingdom. Why is the sword so important?

                      - The sword belongs to the first dark elf, the one who betrayed his nation and especially his brother.

                       -Well then I'll rush to get the sword out and entrust it to you, Gharel said with a laugh on his face.

                       -Perfect, said Lucifer, after which the fire in which he appeared went out.

                        Gharel immediately returned to the mountain, giving the Orcs order to guard the sword and not touch it until he came, and then disappeared. He knew that all the dark magicians in one place did not have the power to destroy the barrier holding the captive sword, so he went straight to the source, that is, to the tomb of the first dark elf. Only those on the dark side knew where he disappeared after his brother's battle. Gharel hoped he would find something to help him put his hand to the sword, given how many failures he had in Corvin's killing.

                       If he failed again he might not see the next day, so he was doing his best to find the perfect solution. Shortly after, Gharel stood in front of a crypt far from everything that happened, somewhere where the dark air ruled the place and whoever went in became a slave to darkness. Gharel opened the door of the crypt and inside there were steps that went far below the ground, so deep that the heat of the lava became more and more powerful. Alefar's tomb was located near the center of the earth where it was surrounded by lava rivers ready to burst on the surface. Although he was a wizard, Gharel was finding it increasingly difficult to reach Alefar's crypt.

                       He hardly reached the crypt where he was surprised to see that there was nothing in it but a few parchments, arrows and arrows, a bow and his armor. Nervous that he found nothing, he picks up his armor and throws it through the crypt, destroying everything there. He looked back at where the armor was and noticed an inscription that said that one day he would return and avenge all who had turned against him. Gharel kneels to see the inscriptions that were barely visible. The writing had become red as if the lava had passed through the writing.

                      -I finally found what I needed, Gharel thought, then left.

                      Exhausted, he could no longer do the spell of teleportation, so he had to get to Rohan to ride the horse without doing any magic to be able to rest. The trip lasted two days ... .. Gharel arrived there and went straight to Rohan.

                      - What happened? Rohan asks.

                      -It doesn't matter, Gharel said wearily. Until tomorrow morning I need a traitor, if you can't find it, they have you ...

                     - For me? Why?

                     - After all, you're a traitor, right? You just betrayed your king.

                      - You worry I will find you a traitor. Will you tell me why you need it?

                      - It's not your job.

                       Gharel exits the room and goes to his room where he stayed all night without being disturbed, he needed to recover his powers by protecting himself from the dark air around the crypt leading to Alefar's grave. If he didn't protect himself, he could get a grudge and die before he got out. The morning had come and Gharel was feeling pretty good, he hadn't fully recovered his powers but he didn't have time to sit still ... ... so he went to Rohan who was waiting for him. Rohan had become suspicious of Gharel, he didn't know what he wanted to do, so the more he feared the worse for his life, he knew something would happen to him soon.

                    - Did you find what I asked for?

                    - Yes, but you want to tell me what you want to do with him? Rohan asks.

                    - If you want your good you won't ask me about it, do you understand?

                    - Okay, but you know I don't like what you're doing. Waiting for you in the dungeon is one of the soldiers, it seems to be related to rioters in the villages below.

                     -Perfect. Now you'll stay here and wait until I get back, "Gharel said, then left the room.

                        Gharel ordered two horses to be trained and the traitor brought, and then he went into the room to prepare for departure. Shortly after, he and the traitor left for the mountain where the sword was hidden. It had been four days since he had talked to Lucifer and he hadn't had much time. The soldier had become frightened when he saw that he was in the midst of orcs and goblins, he tried to run away but was caught and thrown in front of the sword. Gharel was preparing to begin the experiment he hoped would work.

                      - What do you want from me? said the soldier.

                      -Your blood, said Gharel. See that sword? In order to get her out of there, I have to shed blood from the traitor, and you're perfect for that.

                      - But why me? What was wrong with me?

                      - Honestly, I don't care what you did wrong as long as you betrayed your king and became a traitor.

                        Gharel told an orc to pick him up and hold him above the sword, then he slid a knife into him, letting blood flow over the sword as the soldier screamed in pain. The Orc threw him aside, letting Gharel stand in front of the sword without doing anything, as if waiting for something to happen. Suddenly he approaches her and extends his hand, to his joy the barrier disappeared and he managed to put his hand on the sword lifting it to the cave ceiling. Gharel lit the fire and made contact with Lucifer.

                      -I hope you have good news, Lucifer said.

                      -Yes, master, Gharel said, pointing to his sword. The sword is finally ours, and soon it will be yours.

                        - How did you succeed?

                        - I went to Alefar's grave where I found an inscription on the wall behind an old armor. He said you needed blood from the traitor.

                         -Of course. Alefar was a traitor to his sword, he thought well before he died. Now I want you to go to Val’dul to put the sword in the middle of the biggest fire there, and the rest will do it.

                         Gharel nodded and left for  Val’dul , as Lucifer had been told to do. Soon he would return to earth and dominate whatever he wanted, and if Corvin didn't die by then, that would be his job. Orcs began to scream as if their master were waiting for them to come, even goblins roaring.

There was an impressive fire in  Val’dul , which illuminated the whole place in the darkness. Gharel threw the sword into the fire and shortly threw it away, leaving it ash only. Gharel looked and remained with his unchanged gaze, he was astonished at what he had seen. In the place where the fire was, a person holding the sword with red eyes appeared, but who was not who he thought he was.