Ancient secrets told

Alone time

Eron followed Deven passed the hills and into a forest. "I don't know about you but it's getting stuffy in the castle and I would like to get some space with all the extra people" Devon explained after a while of silent riding.
"Yeah... Kakar being a good example" Eron muttered.
"You really mad about that?" Devon mused, looking back at him with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm no whore that any rich asshole can fuck!" Eron snapped and was surprised with his own anger.
"So am I just 'a rich asshole'?" Devon joked, riding on the overgrowth path.
"No" Eron responded with a sturn tone, "you're my rich asshole" he joked. Devon laughed, continuing to ride on the old path until Devon saw the ruins of what looked to be a castle.

"Wow" Eron had to blink to made sure he was seeing right. The ruins looked to be mostly gold with moss growing on it, jewls still sparking in the morning sun. What ever this ruin is, it was grand even with the moss and overgrowth. "Isn't it?" Devon asked, amused pride in his eyes. "What you're looking at was the old castle of the Opul kingdom, a time when I was born to bow to a tyrant" he explained.
"I can tell where he focused his budgets" Eron joked but his eyes were still wide as he examined every jewl.
"Yes, he didn't care for his people, he only cared about himself. So much so that when I began to rise to dethrone him he wouldn't licen to his nobals. He didn't care and he found out quickly how strong I really am, how much I do care for the people" Devon smiled. "The old memories, what beautiful times it was to hear people chant my name as they wanted me on the throne".
"Must have been the best sound in the world" Eron commented, "so why are we here?" He asked.

"I use to use this castle but... it was too stained with blood" Devon explained.
"And why now?" Eron asked, not following on.
"Let me explain" Devon chuckled, "when I left it, I left with pride and I took what was rightfully mine. I left what was blood stained and allowed it ti rot but... there was something of mine that I couldn't just take" he turned to him.
"What's that?" Eron asked, "I don't follow".
"Hitch the horse and follow, I'll show you" Devon dismounted and smiled. Eron obeyed, hitching the horse and following Devon into the old gates. The hall didn't have a roof, it was collapsed and rotting away. Devon made a right into a tight gap, where the roof made it so there was enough room for just one person.

"Don't worry, there won't be too much of decay further in" Devon promised, going up a hall that was decorated with gold and silver. Eron followed him until they reached an arched door, it was completely rotted and bugs wiggled all over the wood. "Ew" Eron backed away from them.
"I know" Devon frowned, setting the rest of the door alight then banishing the flames once it was just ash. "Come on" Devon gestured, walking into the room, with the walls completely collapsed and fallen. Eron looked around, the room is empty now but it was clear that this was once a bedroom. A bedroom that once held some grand furniture, but now it's in ruin. Completely destroyed and scorch marks marked the ground.

"Watch" Devon called, he was crouched at the ned of the room. He then used his pocket knife to lift the tile and open a trapped door.
"What's in there?" Eron asked, staring at the stairs that looked untouched compared to the rest of the ruins.
"Follow" Devon looked amused, he took a step down and was slowly swallowed by the floor. Eron obeyed, taken a step down to follow him down the staircase. Devon lighting the torches, the stairs reminded him of the ones from the castle that he spent the last month and a half at. The stairs ended, leading to a stone flooring of a new room. Only slightly dusty and not even a crack to be seen. Devon stopped at a all with strange markings and symbols. "You want to know where elves get their magic from?" Devon asked, catching Eron off gard.
"What?" Eron asked, trying to make sense on what's on the wall.
"Where elves get their magic" Devon repeated, "the answers is through this door".