The World of Emns 4: The sons of Clipium

Chapter 3: Prisoner lost

Frederick flung the doors to the throne room open. He could see Tyranny sat on her throne, with a young elven lady in front of her. Frederick knew this elf. Her name was Aloysia Calltrict. She had green robes under her blue cloak, long white hair, and her right eye was bright green, while her left eye was dark grey. Of course, all full blooded elves, she had light grey skin.

To the right of the door were old commander Briander ruby, puffing away on his pipe, with Millie Sceld next to him. Millie was fully armoured, with white lining on the metal plating, and as any other member of the fynlone mage squad, she had a dark blue cloak. Her hair ash blonde, and fell over her shoulders. Her once bright blue eyes were faded and lifeless. It reminded Fredrick of his brother's eyes just earlier on the day.

A simple glance from her lady was enough to make Fredrick bow and patiently wait his turn next to commander Ruby.

"I hope you're not here to plead for your brother," Commander ruby whispered as he blew out a puff of smoke. "You'd waste your breath more than I do."

"Quite the opposite," Frederick responded. "You'll see."

"And how is the magic item going," Tyranny asked as she looked down on the elf with a smile. "Has our little rabid dog been contained enough to do as I asked?"

"Trieck is very hard to restrain," Aloysia answered pompously. "However, with the promise of food, a far better meal he could ever make for himself, he does agree to charge the item with magical energy for thirty minutes or so daily. It'll take quite a while longer than that, but I imagine in due time we'll have ourselves the magic item you desire, my lady."

Tyranny nodded as Aloysia bowed down.

"You are dismissed. You may go."

The elf turned around and left the room. She did not even bother to so much as glance in the direction of the other members of the Fynlone mage squad. She slammed her staff onto the ground as she was outside the room, which slammed the doors shut with a large thud. Frederick found it hard to read what kind of person she was. As he saw it, it was extremely off for any of the elves to venture and live outside of the forests of Urennor, let alone to take up residence in the castle of the kingdom of Fynlone. She most likely was so fascinated by the magical experiments she was allowed to conduct here she was willing to sacrifice everything else.

"What is it, Frederick," Tyranny spoke as she beckoned the young man to come towards her. "What brought you here?"

The crystal mage walked forward until he was in the middle of the room. He fell to his knees and pointed his face to the floor.

"I came running to you as fast as I could, my lady. I am afraid I have some terrible news."

Tyranny let out a soft laugh. "Raise your head, my boy, and tell me what's the matter."

Though he hesitated, Frederick did as asked and looked into the deep purple eyes of the tall woman in front of him. It felt as if staring into a bottomless pool, ready to swallow anything unlucky enough to fall into it.

"I witnessed Trieck Calmet free, and consequently teleport my brother, Steven Kaynes, out of the castle. When I attempted to confront him, he refused to tell me where he sent him. On top of that, he attempted to coerce me and claimed I helped him if I dared to speak up against him to you. Despite this, I came to you immediately."

It felt as if the flames of the torches around stopped moving as Tyranny's eyes twitched. As if the subtle wind that blew against the stained glass around the room had ceased to blow.

"You're certain you saw this happen?"

"Positive, my lady."

Tyranny stood up from her throne. She walked over to Frederick, who out of fear, had lowered his head again. To his surprise, she walked past him and towards the set of double doors.