Completion of the Whisper

Chapter Thirty-Six.

'... and the almighty brought creation, evolution and growth. He created Mriatna, formed the Mountains of Myrna, the Heights of Kril and Brynst, the deserted lands of Bryun Draie and Dry de Nzyn, the waters of Sitr, Crynzyn and Tybris. His might and rule were wholly, his mind at peace. He created the Fleyr and the humana and added the Lyrarn and Rhaayl for a sense of balance. For millennials, he walked the realms alone, watching his creations mingle and walk the beautiful surface of Mriatna. All was well, until the almighty noticed his loneliness. By fate and destiny, his silent wish was heard by some unseen force and Change entered his existence, followed by Destruction and Trial. All those a part of him in mind, but this was all they shared. As brothers and sisters or descendants of his power, the stories would not know. But then, Revenge appeared and...'

Sighing, I rubbed my eyes. It was late in the evening, or – the night. I was trying to stay awake; I was hoping to see Nyshard tonight.

He always joined me in bed late, sometimes I didn't even notice he was there at all, had it not been for his crumbled bedsheets. Or the fact, that sometimes, he woke me up in the middle of the night when he pushed his body against mine. He made sure we spend every night together, and even if he did not wake me every time he slipped into bed – I knew he was there.

But he was occupied, he was terribly busy.

We were preparing for a war.

Brayhd, Caaln, Nyshard.
All of them were busy the whole time and I found myself amazed as well as fearsome about what the three of them - and Nyshard in particular managed to do. Almost constantly, they were having meetings with either the court, the generals, or whomever else. Sometimes, they spend hours in that study of Nysh's, only to come out all of a sudden and spring into action. Not just once had I actually wanted to just have a quick chat with Nyshard which he had to cancel because of some urgent matter.

I found myself restless, even though Joridall and Mirella had taken over most of my training with weapons, while Nyshard tried to squeeze in some training sessions with me as well to help me with my Fleyr powers to use offensively. We had spent an amount of time during those past two weeks to get me wield the sword of my father properly, but it just felt wrong in my hands. I had no idea on how to explain it, it just felt that way. As if I was barely able to lift it even though Nyshard had assured me various times, that it was nowhere that heavy.

In addition to my futile attempts with my father's sword I had at least managed to erect some simple shields in the meantime. At least that had been a success I'd earned after a few hours of practicing, some alone, some with Nyshard by my side, who was constantly probing me and calling off the mistakes I'd been making. My shields still were nowhere as good as his or any of the others, but I dearly hoped, that with a bit more time and continuation I would be able to do the trick.

Well, it wasn't as if they would help me if Phylon attempted something again, but at least I'd be able to protect myself a bit better from others.

Once, Nyshard had called me into his study and had thoroughly explained to me where he was moving his troops and why Brayhd had written to Ralanmar some days ago. They'd send ships on their way to patrol the Great Sitr Sea and look out for any movement from Kalash, Assdirn Flenn or even Myrna Bays.

Dealing with the information we had about Styslad was not as easy as it might have seemed.

Nyshard's 'contacts' in Myrna Bays didn't find out much more, and even though Nyshard had taken Brayhd to the following Council meeting, Brayhd found nothing. Apparently Styslad either controlled his feelings and most of his thoughts pretty well, or – as Brayhd had said – it was Phylon's presence and the male's fury and malice that seemed to fill the whole room. Brayhd would have needed to catch Styslad on his own, but that was no option. Nyshard was cautious and overly distrustful. He – or we – knew, that Styslad had not told the complete truth to the Council of Balance, but Nyshard was biding his time. Styslad didn't know that Nyshard had knowledge that Phynah had crossed the border to Myrna Bays that night of his death. This was an advantage, and it seemed like Nyshard didn't want to let go of this advantage to confront Styslad too soon.