Crest of Power: Kevin and the Magician

5 Isadar in Love

“Lies! All lies!” a harsh voice said from under a black cloak as he threw a crystal ball into the stone wall. The ball shattered. “They don’t know anything!”

“I know master, said a voice from a dark corner. 

The cloaked figure held out one of his hands, and the shattered shards of the glass ball converged onto it. The ball looked as though nothing had happened to it at all. The cloaked figure placed the ball on a small table next to a fallen chair. He covered it with a red velvet cloth. As the cloaked figure began to cross over to the other side of the room, a little old man came from the dark corner. He had his hands stretched toward the covered ball on the table. The cloaked figure stopped suddenly at the door.

“Phineas,” he said with a calm vehemence. The little old man jumped and froze in place, then turned to look at the cloaked figure.

“Y- yes master?” he sputtered.

“Bring my dinner to the king’s chamber,” said the cloaked figure curtly. “I have some things I need to discuss with him.”

“Umm; are y-“Phineas voice was cut off. The cloaked figure had left and slammed the door behind himself.

“Okay,” Phineas said. He then picked up the covered ball and placed it gingerly into a small but elaborate chest. He closed it and locked it. He hated it when the master went to talk to him. He always came back from those conversations exhausted and disturbed. He looked back at the fallen chair.

The master had gotten very aggravated with what he had seen. He wondered If he would ever become great like the master was. He hoped so. Then he could help the master more. He was about to heave open the wooden door that had just been slammed, when he turned with one last look to the chest. Just one last look before he left the room. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful silver key. With it he unlocked the chest and pulled out the weightless ball. 

He gazed into it expectantly.
Nothing happened.

He shrugged and put the ball back into its chest. Then he quietly sulked out of the room.
           
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The cloaked figure looked into a mirror on the wall in the kings' chamber. The mirror showed a strange pale blue light, but nothing of the room or the cloaked figure. There was a thick heavy cloth strewn on the floor at the foot of the mirror. The cloaked figure stood there and waited. 

“What do you want, Magician?” said a voice that sounded exactly like the voice of the cloaked figure. But it was different. It came from the mirror, and it was gentler somehow.

“Show your-self!” demanded the cloaked figure in a vengeful voice. He took off his hood, his long silver hair flowed to his shoulders and stared at his own face in the mirror. It had now appeared. It was him in the mirror, but it was a different version of him with jet black hair.

That was not the only difference. The man in the cloak had startlingly pale blue eyes, which shown almost like diamonds. The man in the mirror had eyes so dark they were almost as black as his hair. They both looked in their twenties, and handsome. The one in the mirror wore a crown. 

“Take that off!” cried the cloaked man.

The man in the mirror smiled, “Does it bother you?” He took it off. “Why did you lock me in here if you’re going to keep coming back to me for help?”

“You think I need help from you? Don’t make me laugh.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“I’m not the one locked up am I?”

“Is it Isadar again?”

“Leave him out of this!”

“Why? You don’t.”

“I’ll take care of the little traitor my own way.”

“What could you possibly do to him? Look at you. It’s no wonder he betrayed you.”

…

“How?”

“What?”

“How do you intend to take care of him?”

“That’s a good question. Maybe after he brings me that crest…”

“He would never bring it to you!” It is mine!”

They continued to glare at each other.

Phineas entered the room bringing in a tray of food that smelled tantalizingly good. He looked over at the blue mirror. He shook his head. These situations always confused him. It was hard to tell which one was the master sometimes. But he knew. And one day he would be able to help his master be free of all the chains that bound him.
         
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Weeks passed into months, and to Isadar it seemed like he had just arrived in the hidden village yesterday. And at the same time it seemed like he had always been there.

He was in love He couldn’t believe it. He was going to marry Mirrame, the most beautiful Priestess he had ever seen! He had asked Phillip the Elder, Kylie’s brother, for his daughters hand in marriage. He gave them his blessing. Today would be the blessed ceremony. He could still remember the day they met.

He had met her a few days after he had walked into the village with Phillip. He thought she was beautiful. He saw the way the children flocked to her, and the way the villagers respected her. Upon seeing her he nudged Phillip in the ribs. 

Phillip saw the direction Isadar was looking.

“Is she an angel?” ha asked wide eyed. “Pinch me Phillip, I must be in Heaven.”

Phillip Burst into laughter much like the day Isadar had arrived. Then he shouted out across the village square,

“Hey Mirrame!” She looked over and smiled.  She ran over. Isadar was beet red when the next words to come out of Phillips mouth were, “This is my daughter, Mirrame. Mirrame, this tomato here is Isadar. He’s new to Ern, so make him feel at home.”

Her eyes opened wide with curiosity. She had never actually met an outsider before. She plagued him with questions about the world outside the forest. How did he know where he was when there was no path? How could he tell which way was north without the moss to guide him?

Wasn’t he scared without the protection of the trees? Her questions were unending. He loved it. She was so different.

She had only ever lived in the Forest of Ern. She didn’t know anything else.

She was so simple and naïve, at the same time she was strong and carried the village on her back. She was amazing! She was a Priestess. It was equal to being a knight in this village.

He was sure she’d get tired of him, but she didn’t. The more time they spent together the more they liked each other. They were falling in love.
Their love didn’t go unnoticed by Phillip. He was all for it. He loved seeing his daughter happy. All the other men in the village had been intimidated by her. And Phillip knew nothing would put a stop to Isadars quest like this had. He saw that Isadar was in love with his daughter. He threw them together as much as possible. He would show the village that he was a matchmaker yet!

Isadar and Mirrame would go fishing together. They went and collected wood together. They were inseparable. Every day new questions would come, even when they thought there were no more questions left to ask. They always found something to talk about, and they laughed a lot. Phillip was exhilarated. 

One day Phillip told Mirrame that she had to go on another mission. He didn’t expect her reaction at all. She burst into tears and ran out of the house. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t realize it till right then. She was in love When did that happen? Why was she so depressed at the thought of leaving him behind? She sat there on the turf in the middle of a small meadow. She and her little sister used to come and pick flowers here for their mother. No one else knew about this place. She was always comforted when she came here. It always felt like her sister was here with her.