Anaya - Prequel

Anayah prequel

Far away past the forest of silent whispers a place where the river folks would wander often at night to see if the worrying rumours were true. The rumours which were told for thousands of centuries were once thought to be a myth but now the possibilities of it being true are seeping through reality and the people are scared. Scared because beyond the valley of the southern winds, though the great Bavalon mountains to which the long generation of Baskerville fire breathing, venom spitting dragons still dwell, and over the sea of frightful water beasts was an old black ruined castle. A castle which once belonged to great kings who ruled the seven kingdoms together decades ago before the great battle took place between man and Grylon’s where the once cherished kingdom split. The kings fought and the great empire fell.  Rumours have it that within the great kingdom lives the last of the Grylon’s, possessor of great evil. After the ice which kept him prisoner slowly melted away he began his plans to take revenge for all that was lost, for the lives which were destroyed and for the injustice that was done. Of the four servants he possessed stripped away from family, friends and home Orin was the most feared. Not only did he contain the powers to control all four elements which none of the three possessed but he also contained a high status gained from the work he did, that it was considered rare to approach him without a consequence of severe injury or death.

Orin walked down the dark hallway lit up by bright balls of fire which hung on the walls. His worn out boots thudded against the ground, echoing within the long wide hall as he made his way over to the throne room. He was called out from his prison of a room, to hear of his next task just seconds after returning after three days with the head of a Cyclopes. Just from a single thought Orin had the large heavy black doors thrown back before he entered where as soon as he was inside the two heavy doors slammed shut behind announcing his arrival. Orin looked ahead at Damon and Kathleen, both on their knees bowing down to the last of the Grylon’s in front of them. Sat on a stone cold throne on a high platform was the very man who bought fear within the mention of his name, the last of the Grylon’s. Malevolent. “Master” addressed Orin walking towards him and stopped just in front of Kathleen and Damon who glared at him spitefully as his shadow fell over them.  “Orin,” his horsed voice began sounding like a whisper which would make the bravest man lose his breath. “I have another task for you” he ended waving his hand to dismiss the twins who gritting their teeth and fist slowly and obediently with a low bow left the room glaring at Orin who surpassed their glare with no emotion visible at all, if only they knew what was to come and what their treacherous father had gotten them into for his greed of power. “Yes master what is it you wish for me to do?” Asked Orin as the door slammed shut behind them. “I need you to go to the kingdom of Virindoor and tell me if the princess still lives there.” he ordered and stood up. “Yes master, when do you wish for me to leave?” Asked Orin watching him as he stepped off the platform and stood in front of him. “Leave tonight while the night is still young” instructed Malevolent. Orin nodded but knew he wasn’t dismissed yet.   “Now bow!” ordered Malevolent taking a step closer. Orin took one great gulp and knelt down on one knee dreading what was to happen next and closed his eyes.  Malevolent held onto Orin’s head stretching and clamping his long black pointed nails across his dark brown hair, looking up he rolled his eyes back and closed his closed eye lids. Orin felt the blood rush to the top of his head and at once he felt faint as Malevolent channelled through his veins and stole his powers from him once again sending a current of sharp pain through his entire body in the process. He gritted his teeth and dug his nails in to the ground feeling his mind explode and shatter inside of him but nothing he did shortened the gripping pain as part of him was being forcefully ripped away.

Five hours later Orin slowly opened his eyes in the now cold and empty room.  Since the murder of his parents and then Sarina Orin usually spent his time alone. He enjoyed his solitude undisturbed and peaceful forgetting the absence of pain and commands. But it has been a long while since Orin has experienced company aside from the twins and Malevolent. Orin knew better that for him this was the road to the rest of his life, escape was inevitable for him and he preferred to live the harsh life of reality rather than to die and that be the end. He wasn’t like Sarina, brave enough to take his own life, because deep down even if he refused to admit it there was a single thread of hope forcing him to live each day and its torment, holding onto the hope that once it was over he would be free of his duty and be able to live his life elsewhere not caring what the consequence his actions would bring. He has suffered far more than what they would he kept telling himself even though he knew what worse fate was yet to come for them once Malevolent restored his powers. Slowly lifting himself off the floor he stood up and blinked a few times to adjust his sight. He took his first step cautiously holding his head and attempting to strain his eye for a better vision not wanting to lose balance and fall on the hard floor. Through blurred visions the dark, cold, stoned room appeared somewhat colder and darker though it was slightly lit by a few torches which were attached to the walls around the room. Orin’s blood slowly began to circle him again bringing back colour to his pale face as his vision slowly returned and his steps became steadier. His powers were usually donated to Malevolent every so often he needed, he thought he would be used to the process and its consequence but every time he channelled his powers it seemed to grow more painful. After being trapped for five centuries Malevolent had lost access to his powers, though it was still contained within him the only way for the connection to his powers to return completely is if something equally powerful had been absorbed to trigger it. This process was in fact so dangerous it has the ability to inflict great torture on the host body and drive them to such a state they could be made paralysed if not already dead, Orin remembered his first time at the age of eight he was paralyzed for almost a whole month till he was able to open his eyes again and he only channelled a small fraction. But even Orin as powerful as he seems is nowhere near as powerful when compared to Malevolent who once in repossession of not only his own but another’s powers would not only be strong but indestructible almost immortal.