Feyris Seirin - The First Mesmeraid

6. Ifthram Cannes (2805 Words)

Explanation of words:

Orcanthril (Or-Kaan-Thrill) (Elfavryn language) - a legendary weapon. Transparent Nightchains that housed the soul of rampaging Orcas that were captured by the Mesmerati. The souls were pacified by being fed a constant stream of Nightlight. Can only be weilded by prodigious magicians that would not be overwhelmed by the souls. Very rarely used because of the dangers of getting possessed.

Phinel Sinero - a spell that allows different materials to reform into knives. The spellcaster can dictate the material and shape.

Phinel - formation, or to form something, or to give shape to something/someone

Sinero - sinful edges. Realigning things with the intention of using it as a weapon to cause harm to someone else.

Shankhai, Shivadin, Vishningu - the three Orcanthril that Ifthram commands to do his bidding.

Orcae Faulvin - a high-level spell that blurs the lines between the souls of the mesmerati and the souls of the Orca in the Orcanthril. Very high risk, avoid unless absolutely necessary.

Orcae - plural of Orca (a creature of the seas)

Faulvin - surrendering and/or accepting in a submissive manner, depending on context.

Senzaidin - a spell used to raise condensed rock and gravel like a pillar or wall. Protrudes out of the ground.

Andin Raathra - Into the never-ending night.

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Feyris felt fear unlike anything she had felt before. Ifthram was moving towards them like a predator that wanted to burn everything in its path, and she very much felt like prey.

"Oh ho ho, if it isn't the prodigy himself. I've heard about you, little sea-pup. Those were pretty big words you just said to me, and I don't appreciate it." Beherzaad was trying to goad him into doing something rash. It was a good ploy.

Beherzaad's eyes were flashing, and there was a look of joy on his face. He was actually enjoying this. Feyris turned to look back at Ifthram, and felt the blood in her body grow sluggish. He was unaffected by Beherzaad's words. There was no doubt about it - he was going to come at them with the intent to kill, and she had seen firsthand the kind of carnage he could unleash.

"Ifthram, listen to me..." said Feyris slowly. "This is all a really big mistake."

Ifthram stopped. He held a hand out. "Take the Nightstone out of your pocket, and give it to me. Do this now Feyris, and your parents will have a body to offer to Oceania. I ask only once. Do anything else, and not even the Gods will be able to piece your soul back together."

Ifthram's voice had the hollow quality of a mesmer beyond reasoning. If he was dangerous when he knew what he was doing, Feyris did not want to think about what he was capable of now. She did not even want to know how he knew she had the Nightstone.

"Stand behind me, Feyris. The little princeling needs to be taught a lesson," said Beherzaad, casually making his way forward. "You forget who I am, sea-pup. It seems the Protectorate has not made it clear that there are some in this world that you just. Don't. Cross."

As Beherzaad said the last three words, he tapped the ground in front of him thrice. Feyris heard a screeching sound that made her grind her teeth. She saw shiny bits of sand rise up and roughly grind against each other at increasing velocity, until they each became such tiny pieces that they were invisible to the naked eye.