Chronicles of the Mystical Guardian. The Beginning

The Seige

The dense clouds moved ominously as they grew ever closer, slowly casting a shadow over the land. The lightning clashed brightly across the skies giving the night a frightening green glow. Thunder rolled loudly making the ground tremble, the wind picked up and whistled loudly through the tall trees. Foul voices hung on the chilled air, an army of sirens shrouded in darkness grew slowly closer. The storm worsened as their voices grew louder in unison, their eyes hidden in shadow. The clouds were now darker than the night itself. The massive storm was now looming over the castle like a foreboding doom. The trees started toppling and splitting as several funnels appeared in random corners of the meadow and vast castle grounds. The single line of sirens marched on, they we're all dressed in black cloaks and leather garbs. They all moved slowly, not once breaking their steady formation. The leader sat in front on a huge black hell hound, its teeth dripping a fluorescent yellow saliva. It's eyes shone crimson red as it's nose crinkled up in a menacing snarl. Bringing the promise of a terrible pain. It's rider cackled mockingly, as her troops destructive power grew ever stronger.

The guards were frantically running back and forth, across the tall stone walls that wrapped around the castle grounds. Finally when they found their places, they stood quietly to wait for the quickly rising storm. The violent wind tore at their thick dented armor, ripping some of them off their feet. The others steadied their stances, and raised their own voices to shield the grounds in a protective cloak. As their voice's rose higher, a fluorescent blue wall appeared over the castle. It trickled down like water on glass slowly covering the entire fortress in a crystal like dome which protected them from much of the raging storm. The voices on the outside now echoed as though they were in a long tunnel. The wall began to vibrate, as they're voices rose higher and higher. The men were matching them with a great spell of their own. A battle of songs had now begun.

The melody of the two joint armies made the lightning sizzle throughout the atmosphere. The sky itself had begun to groan beneath the strain of intense magic. A young maiden watched the scene from the Corridor. She watched in horror at the onslaught quickly coming they're way. She saw men being torn off their feet, while other's began shielding the walls. Quietly she stood as the protective shield began to vibrate. The voices opposite the wall now overpowering the guards. Her eyes grew wide in terror as she whipped around and bolted down into the shelter of the keep. She started calling for her ladyship. "My Lady Ayloura?!! Whereas you be?!."

Lady Ayloura answered without even glancing away from the bowl of prophesies. "I'm in the seeing chamber! What is it Asrow?" She smiled as she stroked the swirling colors of blue and green that glowed in the dimly lit bowl. The young woman came bolting down the great stone stairs. "My lady! Thank goodness, I'm so glad I found you!" Asrow stopped abruptly bracing herself against the wall, as she fought to regain her breath. Having had run all the way down the entire spiral staircase of the North tower. "My lady, The Dark Coven! They've entered the rolling hills to the South East! They have vast numbers on their side. They are going to strike us hard. Tonight! And worse they have both elementals and sirens leading the way. Not to mention a massive hell hound! The guards protective shield won't last for very long" Asrow whined, she was afraid for both herself and her ladyship.

She glanced fearfully up the spiraling stairs, as if she were expecting to see shadows at any moment. The young sorceress softened her eyes as she turned to look back at her. Replying calmly. "I know that dear, it was only a matter of time." She turned back to the bowl and swirled her fingers through it again. "But, my lady! What are we going to do?! They'll cut off all routes of escape! We'll all be trapped like sitting ducks!" She started wringing her hands turning them bright red. "Please come with me Asrow, it is time I draw my line in the sands of time. This they cannot see nor stop. And soon we shall reign, Victorious!" Ayloura spoke with confidence as she walked down a darkened Corridor. Only a few candles lit the long dusty hall.