The Prophecy Fulfilling.
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‘What did he say?’ Pysenia asked hiding her impatience.
‘He asked me to tell you that I met him.’ Sanlysia said.
‘Did he…,’ Pysenia hesitated, ‘… did he attacked you?’
‘No, mother.’ Sanlysia quickly said, ‘… in fact he felt very familiar. I felt like…’ Sanlysia remembered the moment when Alistair had touched her gently. She felt an unknown fatherly concern in his touch.
‘A fatherly concern. That’s what I felt.’ Sanlysia completed her sentence.
‘He is an old friend of your father.’ Pysenia gulped down the wine in one sip.
‘Is he?’ Sanlysia spoke dubiously. She can tell when her mother lied to her.
‘I banished him and stripped of his knighthood…’ Pysenia stormed down the stairs, ‘… he was standing right here. I slapped him because he is a traitor.’ Pysenia was breathing heavily and tears streamed down her eyes.
‘Mother you all right.’ Sanlysia rushed at her side.
‘I am the one who parted him from his only child.’ Pysenia sobbed, ‘… he was an old and faithful friend.’
‘It is okay mother…,’ she hugged Pysenia, ‘… hush now. I think he was with his son.’
‘His son?’ Pysenia wiped her tears.
Sanlysia had doubts whether she should mention the boy accompanied him. She had started to feel a bit strange since she had battled him, a similar strangeness in him.
Reluctantly Sanlysia said, ‘there was a boy with him. Young near about my age, red hair like blazing fire and eyes like…’
‘All right. That would be all. You can leave now, sweetheart.’ Pysenia stopped her.
‘But mother…,’ A glare from her mother silenced her.
Sanlysia bowed and muttered, ‘your majesty.’ And stormed out of the courtroom.
What’s the matter with everyone? Sanlysia brooded over, why is they are acting so weird?
She couldn’t decide whether she was dazzled or dubious about Rhineas. For some reason she couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he fought was unusual for a boy so low ranked, and the way how the dragon’s fire couldn’t burn him. She wanted to tell that to her mother but Pysenia didn’t intend to listen.
Sanlysia walked absently through the corridors of the palace wandering aimlessly from one side to another. She didn’t know where to head. Maybe talk to father?
But that didn’t seem like an appropriate decision right now, taking in consideration all the stress Edgard had in him right now. Outside of the palace the city rangers marched in a haste gathering the men. The commander of every brigade stood before their regiment, answering to the Lord general Elisiah.
Edgard burnt in his own extinguished flames. The agony and the misery that he had surrounded himself with.
He realized as the time turning and the prophecy fulfilling.
Is it too late to ask forgiveness? He dwelt into the solitudes of his chambers, expectant of a voice to answer his question. A voice from the lifeless walls or the whispers of the air. Anything?
The silence killed him day by day. Deep inside he sought the council of the divine flames. How did he become the worshipper of shadows? All he wanted to do was protect his wife and unborn child, was it a sin?
He stared deep into the crackling flames in one of the lanterns against the wall. Edgard rushed towards it.
‘Do you even listen to me?’ He cried.
‘Why are you doing this?’ He begged in the flames.
‘Haven’t I done everything you asked of me? All I did was just one mistake and you punish me so harshly is that how a father treats his son?’ Edgard yelled.
But the crackling is the only answer he had gotten. Reluctantly he gave up.
He stuck out his finger into the fire and the fire turned blue. Tainted.
Edgard sighed in distress and muttered, ‘I behold your cruelty lord Emone.’
The whisk of air from the window doused the blue fluttering flames into nothingness. The only response for Edgard’s plead was the silence of this solitude. His days had begun to number, his own blood would be the traitor of his legacy. Edgard couldn’t bear his temper and agony pulsing inside him. He stormed toward a big vase which was kept near his bed and shoved it against the floor. The vase shattered into fragments just like hi soul.
Edgard heard a whisper from the wall. He knew who is calling for him.
‘I did not summon you.’ He spoke staring far away from his window into the ocean.
The whisper erupted into a dense cloud of blue smoke submerging every corner of the chamber into its unrelenting darkness.
‘I not your slave.’ The raspy whisper said, ‘I come when I will. I go when I desire.’
‘What do you want?’ Edgard asked sternly.
‘You can’t kill the boy. Your puny soldiers can’t kill the boy.’ The whisper said.
Edgard scowled curtly. ‘What are you talking about?’ He glared.
‘The boy who stole your dragon…,’ the whisper paused and a misty figure crackled through the walls. ‘You want him, don’t you?’ The figure stared deep into Edgard’s eyes.
Edgard saw the eternal darkness staring back at him from the two-empty eye-sockets of the gnarly skull.
The darkness in those empty eyes enticed a merciless cruelty in Edgard, summoning the fear in his soul. Edgard tried to resist – something which he had never succeeded in all these years. He never eluded from that darkness, but now he had to. He can’t be deployed anymore through this hollow eyes.
‘What are you talking is foolish…,’ Edgard said breaking away from the hold of the dark eyes, ‘… you can’t ask me to do that to my own flesh and blood.’
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