Sal'Elgar

The Void - Part 40

Solas entered the void suppressing the instant shiver of cold that raced over his body. He would need his strength if he was to suppress the urge to become Terror, The Forgotten One again. He calmed his breath and pushed away his own fears at his children being here and took two steps before he heard a voice he had hoped to not hear again.

"Ah – Fen'Harel, my brother has returned for what was taken from him."

He suppressed the shiver of uneasiness at the loud echoing laugh that surrounded him. Standing still he waited for his brother Spite, to come to him. At the impending red haze he knew he would not have to wait long.

"The others would not believe me when I told them you would come," he said suddenly corporal in front of him.

"Geldauran," he said calmly.

"Is that how you greet your brother?" he said tilting his head, narrowing his gaze then holding his arm out to him.

Grasping his arm in greeting he was prepared for him to pull him close to him and breathe his scent in deeply.

"It has been a long time since your last visit," he said simply.

"Where are they," he growled as the black haze expanded and surrounded him snapping at his brother's red aura.

Spite let his brother's arm go quickly and smiled at him wickedly.

"Yes – the progenies," he said gesturing for him to walk with him. "They are but a little further. I am afraid those that brought them – did not – make it," he said with a laugh.

"I did not believe they would," he said simply folding his arms behind his back falling in step next to him.

Geldauran gazed at him from the side of his ebony eyes smiling mischievously at him.

"We have removed their restraints – such a barbaric means to suppress the powers of another, especially theirs" he said with a laugh. "They are quite entertaining, these children of yours."

Solas glanced at him quickly with a narrowed gaze, knowing that when Geldauran felt he was holding court, it was best to be quiet and wait.

Geldauran studied him as they walked and found his silence pleasing.

"I see you are still cunning as ever brother. It is refreshing to feel your presence amongst us again; it has been far too long."

Solas followed him into a large sitting chamber where he saw his children surrounded by the others. The black aura that he had held in check suddenly flashed at the site of Daem'thal better known as Disease, and Anaris known as Malevolence, sitting with them. At their arrival the two smiled impishly but only Anaris rose from the floor.

"I see we were wrong – our brother does come for them," Anaris said as he walked towards Solas holding his arm out in greeting.

"I told you he would," Geldauran said sarcastically moving away from him towards Ellan.

Solas tried to ignore the fear he felt at seeing his children surrounded by them as he gripped Anaris' arm tightly in warning.

Anaris took a deep breath and smiled at him as he smelled his fear for his children. His green eyes danced with barely checked excitement.

"You fear we will hurt them," he said with glee as turned from him. "Tsk – tsk – tsk, is that anyway to treat family?"

"You have grown soft Fen'Harel," Daem'thal said from beneath his curtain of black hair with a laugh as he let Mahana take his hand in hers and he saw a sudden flash. It was a golden aura that surrounded her when she touched Daem'thal.