The Seven Kingdoms Book 1: The Stone Of Light

Chapter 6: Kingdom 2: A Glimmer of Hope

The following days were marked by steady travel and an increasing sense of urgency. Ivor, Zoe, and Snubs pushed onward through the diverse landscapes of Sorl, from dense forests to open meadows, and across rolling hills that seemed to stretch endlessly under the sky. The memory of the ruined village lingered in their minds, a stark reminder of the Blight's reach and the importance of their mission. Their destination was Kingdom 2, a place known for its advancements in both magic and technology-an oasis of hope amidst the spreading darkness.

As they approached the borders of Kingdom 2, the change in the environment was palpable. The land, though still marked by the Blight in places, showed signs of recovery and care. Fields were cultivated, windmills turned in the breeze, and aqueducts channeled clear water to irrigate the crops. The air was filled with the hum of activity, a testament to the kingdom's efforts to resist the Blight's encroachment.

The road into the kingdom was well-trodden, flanked by tall trees and neatly kept hedges. Ivor felt a growing sense of anticipation as they neared the gates of the capital city, Asphodel. The city was known for its towering walls, not unlike those of Kingdom 1, but these were not just barriers-they were symbols of strength and resilience, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with glowing stones that pulsed with a soft, ethereal light.

As they approached the gates, they were met by a group of guards clad in gleaming armor, their eyes sharp and vigilant. One of the guards, a tall woman with a stern expression, stepped forward, her gaze assessing.

"State your names and business," she demanded, her voice firm but not unkind.

Ivor stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "My name is Ivor, and these are my companions, Zoe and Snubs. We are travelers seeking passage through your kingdom. We also seek knowledge and aid in our quest to find the Stone of Light."

The guard's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the Stone of Light, but she maintained her composure. "The Stone of Light? That's a bold quest. Few believe it even exists."

"Whether it exists or not, we believe it holds the key to ending the Blight," Ivor replied earnestly. "We have come seeking knowledge and assistance. Any help you can provide would be greatly appreciated."

The guard nodded thoughtfully, then gestured for them to follow. "You may enter. But be mindful-our kingdom has strict laws and is cautious of outsiders. You'll be escorted to the central plaza, where you can seek an audience with our scholars and leaders."

As they passed through the gates, Ivor was struck by the beauty and orderliness of the city. Asphodel was a place where innovation and tradition coexisted harmoniously. The streets were wide and clean, lined with buildings of stone and wood, their facades adorned with vibrant murals and flowering vines. The people moved with purpose, their faces a mixture of determination and hope.

They were led to the central plaza, a spacious square surrounded by imposing buildings, each serving a specific function-libraries, laboratories, and administrative centers. At the heart of the plaza stood a grand fountain, its waters shimmering with a soft, magical light. The fountain was adorned with statues of the gods, their expressions serene and benevolent, as if watching over the city's inhabitants.

The guard introduced them to a man named Lysander, a senior scholar and advisor to the city's council. Lysander was a tall, slender man with graying hair and keen, intelligent eyes. He greeted them warmly, his curiosity piqued by their mention of the Stone of Light.

"Welcome to Asphodel," Lysander said, his voice smooth and cultured. "I understand you seek knowledge about the Stone of Light and the Blight. Please, come with me. We have much to discuss."

He led them to a large building that served as both a library and a research center. Inside, the walls were lined with shelves filled with books, scrolls, and artifacts. Scholars and researchers moved quietly through the aisles, engrossed in their work. The air was filled with the faint scent of parchment and ink, mingling with the subtle aroma of herbs and potions.