The truth behind cold walls

chapter 1

Author note
If there are things not clear. Feel free to ask me anything.
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When Ikor left the dining room, he went directly to the library, grabbed a book and went to his room. Each room of the heralds are made to their own tastest.

The interior of Ikor's room is so big with an Asian style, the one that befit a royalty, the colours contains mostly of midnight blue with red and gold: a fine ornamental wooden king sized shelf bed placed to the left wall (resembles a Western four-poster bed), with four bed supports, with three sides enclosed by exquisitely carved wooden lattices showing the mythical ice dragon the symbol of wealth, force, knowledge, royalty and wiseness, and a roof at the top. Silky transparent red Curtains with shaped cristal snow flakes, hanging from the supports it's purpose lies in repelling mosquitoes during the summer and keep the sleeper warm on winter nights. It's used mostly for humid weather, the wooden framework could dispel the moisture in the air; the mattress was covered with midnight silky sheets and there were a lot of different shaped pillows with the colours red, black and gold; a carpet made from wolf grey fur lie at the floor next to the bed, in each side of it there were two wooden nightstands tables decorated by two high quality porcelain lamps.

Next to the bed a huge ornamental wooden window covered by silky transparent midnight curtains the sun light shining through it, reflecting it's light on the white walls shading them with a light blue hue, the opposite wall from the door decorated with some kind of oracle bones in the shape of a dragon decorated with sapphire blue cristals above it the ice tribe coat of arms: two crossed spears enflamed with the legendary magical blue fire above a gold shield drawn on it the head of the dragon ice with blue lines, to each side of the oracle bones hangs a gigantic royal blue silky rectangular flag it begins from the ceiling to reach a few feets above the floor with the coat of arms of the ice tribe with hand made embroidery with gold threads.

To the left a high wooden bookshelves to the ceiling full of books alphabetically arranged, all the books are covered with covers in different shades of blue looking to it in full make you think you are looking at a gigantic painting of the waters, next to it a door to the adjoining dressing room and the bathroom.

in the middle of the room a big round grey fur carpet on top of it a low square table craved with the same designs as the shelf bed, covered with silky white table cloth and a set of tea poetry utensils from the best qualities white with blue designs, the table encircled with round fluffy red pillows. A breezy wind came from the window each time it passes the hanging cristals making a resonant fine sound to the ear. Everything in the room screamed wealth and high position.

Ikor went to the table in the middle and dropped his body in one of the pillows like a sac of potatoes, put the book neatly in front of him and begin to prepare himself a cup of tea, his favourite one is white tea, it is usually subtly sweet with a light straw color with the distinct subtle aroma and the flavor of citrus fruit, he added a spoonful of white honey, the ice prince inhaled the sweet aroma, it always gives him a sense of nostalgia but he can't remember where from.

He opened the first page of the book beginning to read the familiar symbols that he doesn't know where or when he learned to read them, the book talks about the different types of powers that belongs to each of the 5 different tribes wind, rock, ice, fire and in the past light. Sipping his tea in the process enjoying the calmness that it brought to his troubled soul and mind.

Night has fallen, bringing with it darkness and calmness. But not inside the one tower.

in the kitchen there was Trek cooking some sloggu bars the way he remembers his mother doing them, cutting the walnuts the most famous nuts in his homeland into a small pieces not really succeeding in it as each time he drops the knife on the wooden board it makes a loud chopping sounds and the smaller pieces to fall around on the table and others making it to the ground, in the wooden stove there was the sugar boiling to make the condensed sugar sirup to stick the nuts to each other and then shape it in the form of bars, on the counter there is the cake that he took it minutes ago from the oven to cool it down it's color a dark brown -because he put cocoa inside the cake mixture or another thing we will know later- Suddenly the rocky boy smelled something burning when he looked around he knew what was it, he hurried to the stove grabbing the metallic pan forgetting how hot it was burning his hand in the process and dropping it to the ground spilling half of it's contains, he quickly went to the sink exposing his burnt hand under the cold water for a few minutes "phew that's better" he said.