Summoners: The Forbidden Ritual

Chapter 18: The Evergleam

Lyle awakens, in a small room, seems as if an ancient medical center. He scouts runs and old herbs placed amongst shelves in the walls.

He was unfamiliar with the surroundings, he did not know where he was, but he remembered that he was rescued by Aryna and some of the other rebels in her party.

But why here? Lyle figured he would be in Donarium's med-bay, but it is as if he was taken care of in an apothecary.

The door opens, creaking slowly as a woman enters the room, she brings with her a basket full of tonics and herbs for the purpose of treating Lyle's wounds.

She greets him with a smile, "Oh you're awake, that's great. But don't get any ideas of standing up in a rush, you're safe." Lyle then asked, "Where am I?"

The woman sits down beside Lyle's feet as she states, "The City of Elendruil." Lyle processed the information, he then realizes, "I'm in the Forest Realm? Then that must mean-"

The woman smiles as she removes her hood, revealing the pointed long ears as well as locks of silver and golden long hair "We're elves."

Lyle was shocked, "Why am I even here?" "You're not physically here, your spirit was brought to us for mending, the Orcs' barbaric Tihra-Kil did not only injure your body but also your soul." "But why do I deserve such treatment? You elves are known to be quite picky in choosing your allies in war."

The woman stands up as she replies, "We are not at war, the Wardens leave us alone, because we are no threat to them. You are here because our Queen demanded it, she wishes to speak with you once you are fully healed."

She then pushes Lyle down on his back, "You must rest, I fear the purpose you have here requires your full strength."

Lyle looks up on the windowed ceiling, watching the sun ray down upon the birds who fly against the current of the wind, it was peaceful and it had calmed his soul.

For a day he rested, inside the apothecary, where the healer would tend to him every few hours. But alas, two days pass, and he had regained his strength.

He wakes up and instantly sits up his bed, the healer, who was mixing potions, was shocked to see Lyle jump up and about far too early than she had anticipated his wounds would heal.

Lyle grabs his garb and clothed himself, he looks to the healer, "May I at least know your name?" She smiles as she replies "Cirilea." "Thank you, Cirilea. I wish to repay the debt someday in physical or astral donation."

Cirilea then replied "No need, we elves require no such payment for a petty task." She then walked over to Lyle, "I shall now guide you to our queen."

They both exit the small hut, walking among the vast forest-like city, trees as tall as towers, branches as wide as the sky, grass and creaks as many as ants. A magnificent and breath-taking scenery to witness.

They arrive at a large tree, as big as a castle, its insides, made to become a royal building, fit for an elven queen who walks among nature.

In the center of the bark is a throne, made of fine mahogany wood, with branches rooting out for the birds to sit and rest.

The Queen sits on the throne as she sees her guest walk inside the steps of her home. The healer then announces, "My Queen, Lydion of the Dawnspell clan, is here at your invitation and your service. I bring him to you, fit and healthy, ready for any task." The Queen chuckles as she replies "No need for such formality, Cirilea. Thank you."

Cirilea leaves as the Queen stands up and walks down the steps to greet Lyle, who, humbled by her presence, kneels down and greets her. "Your majesty."