Crest of Power: Kevin and the Magician

12 The Coronation

The Magician had watched the scene unfold before him. He had seen the ant like villagers cross the bridge, and as he got closer he saw them stop at the other end. They stayed there for a moment. Did they actually think they could come up with a plan against him; the traitorous Isadar... and that army? Then he saw her... It can't be! He thought. Not her! Not Here! He was far angrier than he had been in a long time. How dare she show her face in front of him now!

He could see Isadar speaking to her. She reached out for him! It infuriated him even more. How dare Isadar speak to her!? He knew everything! He knew what she had done! And then Isadar looked at him accusingly. He was beyond angry at this point. Isadar had stolen the Signet ring, and now looked at the Magician like that!? He carelessly drove the dragon faster in his rage. As he did so his cloak flew off of him with the speed. It covered Phineas, and revealed what he looked like. The forever changed man, with the face that looked exactly like Emir.

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Isadar knew he had betrayed his brother when he had stolen the ring. It was probably one of the few things that could have saved his brother in the cave of Japeth's prison. His chest began to hurt. He clutched at it, and when he pulled his hand way, there was something in his hand. He recognized the shape immediately. It was the shape he had looked at all his life. It had hung on the tapestries in the castle, it was on the ground in the courtyard, and it had hung around the neck of his brother. If only none of this had happened! He hated Japeth, now, because of him, his brother was no longer king! He looked to the sky accusingly and saw the army coming closer, faster.

He looked to the center of the army and saw the silver dragon. And on the dragon was a figure in a black cloak. The Silver dragon sped up even more. The cloak flew off of the man on the silver dragon, to reveal who was inside. It was the face of his brother! He would know that face anywhere! But now the face was contorted with so much rage and hatred, there was no way that was really Emir. Then he saw it, a red glint around the neck of the magician. Of course he would've taken it. The crest around the magician's neck glinted in the sun.

Isadar, watched him come closer with a broken heart, did Japeth really have to take his brother too!? He focused all his power into what he did next. He threw the green crest he now had in his hand directly at the red one. He threw it with all his strength. He had felt its power when he threw it. The effect was strong enough to kill the person he had thrown it at. He saw the face of his brother, and his will faltered just a bit. The green crest slowed down slightly, but not enough for human eyes to see.

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A brilliant beam of light suddenly formed between the two crests. The dragons stopped mid flight. They had been surprised by the light. Everything seemed to slow down. Isadar placed a protective arm around Mirrame. What had he done!?

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The light between the crests was spreading. The painful cries of the magician echoed throughout the area. He clutched at his chest in pain where the red crest was. The magician went limp. Phineas was the only thing keeping the Magician on the dragon.

"Fall back," cried out the feathered dragon. The rest of the dragons obeyed the command.

The light got brighter and began to spread. The farther it spread, the brighter it glowed. It continued to grow and soon it became too bright. No-one could look at it anymore. It was too bright!

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The light had faded. It was still there, but it now surrounded them. They could see it everywhere. The Enchantress looked over at Isadar, whose arms were still around his wife. She controlled the air around herself and then began to fly in the air. She flew up into the sky.

The villagers looked on in awe. Most of them had never seen her. The light made her appear even more beautiful, if that was even possible. This was the Enchantress in all her glory!

She looked all around below her. The light had formed like a dome around her dimension; she flew higher. The light was solid. Not like light should be. Her face was inches from it. She reached out to touch it with the tip of her fingers. It was soft like liquid silk, and when she touched it, it rippled. It threw off beautiful colors as it rippled. She looked down as she slowly returned to the earth. She looked at Isadar. "You've created a barrier," she said. "You could've destroyed him. Why did you only lock him out?"

"Evil or not," Isadar said, "He's still my brother. At least; he looked exactly like him." The Enchantress nodded in thought.

"It was him," she murmured to herself. Isadar was the only one who heard her.

"We will be safe here," she announced to the villager's. "We will be safe in this realm that King Isadar has created for us. Do you accept him as your king?"

The crowd all cheered and bowed to Isadar. He still had his arms around Mirrame. He looked into her face. She looked like a frightened doe. She was staring at the crowd. He turned her face toward him.

As she looked into his eyes, all her fear left her. "I love you," he said. His face was only inches from hers. She didn't doubt his love for her now. She wondered how she ever could have. "I love you too," she said. She tip-toed to reach his lips.

"She is very special to me," said the Enchantress. "She is the best Priestess I have ever had, and far better than I could have ever hoped for." She smiled as one solitary tear cascaded down her cheek. "Take care of her."

"I will," Isadar promised.

"I present to you," the Enchantress announced to the crowd, "Isadar and Mirrame, King and Queen of the new realm!"

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Krevik had awakened to the sound of cheering in his dream. He dreamt again. His head felt as if it were about to be split in half. He really needed that potion from the old man. He got up and put on his robe. He walked out of his royal bed chamber. He walked down the majestic halls with a single candle in his hands. He hated coming in this direction. His room was up ahead. During the day this part of the castle wasn't so bad; but at night it was just plain creepy. He reminded himself that he was only going to the old man's room, no further.

He stopped at the plain door and knocked. An elderly man opened the door and nodded knowingly at Krevik.

"Dreaming again?" he asked.

"Yes," Krevik admitted guiltily.

"Here," said the old man, "Take this."

"Thank you, old man."

"Don't worry," said the old man. "I won't tell the Magician you've been dreaming."

"Thank you, Phineas."