The Sorcerer

Chapter Seven

Drake stepped down from the platform-like rock, his short speech finished.

Araxia came forward, Morticia following him. They both stopped in front of Drake.

"My lord," they both said, bowing to show respect to Drake.

"Are the others ready?" he asked Araxia.

"Not yet, my lord. Wilrod is still assembling his coven near the Mountains of Iron, while Gorthrud is ready to strike. He and his coven are near the Mountains of Fall. We will come near the Mountains of Snow."

"Tell Wilrod to move faster. Time is not on our side."

Drake moved away from the two and went to talk to Yul and Merlin.

"When are you gonna start it, boy?" Merlin asked Drake.

"At any time," he answered to Merlin.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Yul said.

"The whole Legion is not yet ready. We must assemble fully before starting this. But, all of you must go near the Mountains of Snow now. I will meet you all there. My general Araxia will lead in my stead." He shot a look at Araxia. Araxia, hearing this, nodded at Drake.

"Where are you going?" Yul asked.

"Somewhere first. No questions anymore. I am leaving now."

With that, he turned away from all of them. He reached a blank area of grass, and he created a portal; the pool of murky water appearing as he said the words "Iironia Wel".

He jumped into the pool, and he was teleported elsewhere.

He appeared at the edges of the Great Forest of Venus. He was just south of the Great Kingdom of Elandra, near the city of Elfton, and so near to the Capital City of Eldmer.

He knew the bond of Men and Elves, and so, at this moment, Fiedith may have already asked the aid of Elandra. This war that he is gonna start will be hard, but he will succeed. He must.

Holding the Staff of Destiny, he called upon Its creator.

"Razhnu, the god of darkness, I call upon thee!" he shouted into the air.

"I need your guidance, Razhnu! I summon you, in the name of Venus."

The sky above him went dark again, like before, the clouds bearing lightning and thunder. Thunder came, so loud it reverberated everywhere. The coming of the god of darkness meant something evil.

A bolt of lightning struck the ground five meters from Drake. And once again, a man robed in black appeared, the black hood covering his face, but his eyes shone red in the shadow. The staff he is holding is just like when Drake saw it before, but now, it is glowing, just like the Staff of Destiny is.

Drake bowed as he knew the man in front of him is the god of darkness. Then he said, "Razhnu, my lord."

"We meet again, Drake. I see you have used my Staff well. I can feel the power emanating from it."

"Razhnu, I need you to bless me."

"What?"

"I need you to bless me."

"Boy, I can't. I'm the god of darkness. How can I bless you?"

"Bless me with a fraction of your power. I will need all of it to destroy Fiedith."

"Darkness will come for everything, boy, but in dear time. I will not do what you asked me."

"What do you mean?"