AEONS: THE GODS ARE DAMNED

Chapter 3

Standing on the balcony, staring at the stars, Haemir watched the stars as he listened to the discussion in the King’s chamber.
"…I agree, but whatever it is that is behind it must be stopped, as soon as possible”, A young man with jet black hair and blue eyes said.
“Come on, Ralnor, someone controlled the wyverns of the eastern mountains and used them to level 5 towns in just a week like it was nothing, we need to strategize” the second man - plump red haired man- argued. As the discussion continued, the King – Aranor Drengrith- took another sip of his wine; he was resting his back on his stuffed cushioned chair, seemingly listening to the discussion.
“My King, what is your thought to this? Should we put up the offensive or the defensive against the rampant attacks at the south?” Eldrin – the plump man– asked.
“I wish to know what Haemir thinks of this” the King responded.
Haemir turns back and looks at them, “I say we strategize…” Eldrin grins thinking he got a supporter “…offensively” Ralnor chuckles.
“Are you trying to stay neutral, Haemir?” Eldrin asked.
“You could say; but am trying to see it from both perspectives” he said as he walks back into the room and sits at the table with them. “The problem of the south is not ours, I agree with Eldrin, let’s show a helping hand to the southerners if they agree we can quench this darkness before it overwhelms us all,…, or we could rally together the other lands and bar off the south, then we hold off the attacks till we rise victorious, although it will certainly lead to the destruction of the southlands” Haemir finishes.
The King places his goblet on the table, “So we either help them but actually helping ourselves?” the King asked
“Yes”, Haemir answers, “… it will make them fall in our debt as well”
“…or we just attack them all, friend and foe alike, why save it when we can just get rid of it, right?” the King asks
“Something like that”
“Hmm, we might…” A door knock interrupts the conversation.
“Who is it?” Ralnor’s voice boomed
“It is I, Lady Aelene” a voice responded, “…I wish an audience with the King”, the voice finished.
The King stood and answered “Pls, come in” A guard opened the door and she steps in – a seer of the god, Celereth, she was known for her very perspicacious visions; the King can’t say he really like having her visit, most of her visits were always foretelling doom especially in times like this- she curtsied and came to the table after the guard closed the door.
“You have news for us, dear lady?” Eldrin asked
“Yes, I had a vision”
“If it foretells doom, don’t even bother,” the King quickly interjected
“It will bring doom if we don’t do something soon”, the lady retorted
“You may speak, my lady, it will be best to have the insight of a god on issue such as this”, Haemir said looking at the King to keep the King from answering
“I had a vision tonight, showing a silver medallion, you might know it as the west wind talisman”
“Yes, was it found?” the King asked absently, he was more occupied with the goblet he was caressing with his thumb
“It is here, in Maregere” Aelene answered; everything froze, the King looked at her.
“It is impossible, the realm as been scoured but nothing of such exists again”
“I saw it” She defended
“How is this possible?” the King asked
“Someone used it as a gate from a world beyond ours, I don’t know much detail as it came in fragments but I know that it lies in the hands of a young man and he is at the western lands, with the walls and sigils I saw in the visions, it was definitely Sivseria, the Kingdom of the Sivs” she paused to let it sink “…and I think he is in trouble, I saw him in chains and the vision ended showing me more dire ones.”
“Dire? Of what intensity?” Ralnor asks
“I saw a white flash of light, huge dark bodies with reptilian wings scoured the skies over a burning Sivseria like vultures searching for carrion; and next I saw Hashrott walking towards Erevale and darkness followed,” she finally stopped
“Is that all?... You just foretold another destruction but this time it seems this destruction is of two Kingdoms, mine included” the King lamented
“What do we do?” Haemir asked looking at her
“We have to get that medallion and the boy; we can send the message to the King of Siv…”
“No, no, no, no I won’t disturb the good King based on visions of his own destruction”, King Aranor rejected.
“It will come to pass, sooner or later, best we give a fighting chance, a sort of foresight and get this…boy and medallion then we can use it to our advantage” Haemir advised and the other two councilors nodded in agreement.
The King thought and sighed, “Very well, Eldrin send words to all the cities in midland, whatever is attacking the south will most definitely attack the west next. But as for now we are to keep our guards up. Tell them to fortify their defenses and await further orders for action” Eldrin nods, the King continued, “Haemir, you will go to the westlands, deliver this eerie message of doom and bring back both the medallion and the boy”
“Of course, my King” “Ralnor, journey to the south, find out what exactly the problem is, and why they can’t stop these attacks and what or who is behind it”
“Your wish will ever remain my command,” with that they all left leaving the King to stand alone in his huge room. “May the gods save us all” he says… ******************************************************************************************
“…just receiveth ‘t done” the Earl shouted at the servant causing the servant to hurry off
“…and wherefore jump is thou such a problem? Art thou not a chef? I don’t care if ‘t be true thou hast to did lie-to a cartload of flour…”
A servant interrupts him, “My lord”
The Earl – Ievos Ehlark _ swirled towards the servant “Ay?”
“Captain Aendryr wishes to see thou, he sayeth ‘t ‘s urgent”
“’t is whence is he?”
“He is in the gardens, mine lord” The Earl scurried off to the gardens.
*
Distracted by the beauty of the flowers and pond in the Earl’s garden, the Captain didn’t notice the robust older man coming.
“Thou seemeth to beest enjoying the sight, lief Nephew” he said with a newfound joy.
The Captain smiled, “Uncle, ‘t hath been awhile” they hugged
“Sitteth mine lief" the Earl motioned for them to sit, “How hath the military life been for our Captain”
“’t hath been valorous, although strenuous as well” the Captain replied.
“Ahh, the joys of youth, anon mine meiny doth everything for me” they both chuckled “Did do thou cometh by to declare valorous morrow to thee, sir to this corky feeble sir?” the Earl asked
“Sooth beest did tell, I did do cometh to bewray this to thou”, he brought out the cloth and unfolded it showing the medallion “’t might beest jinxed, ‘t did injure one of mine lieutenants and needth insigh on ‘t since I doth not wot what ‘t is”.
The Earl furrowed his brows in thought, and then suddenly his eyes went wide with surprise and recognition. “Whence did do thou findeth this?” He asked in wonder
“On a young sir yond wast did arrest two days ago, doth thou wot what ‘t is?”
“Ay, very well, ‘t is the medallion of Hashrott, the god of the wind and darkness, ‘t is a very powerful thing, ‘t wast did lose for centuries, anyone with this totem can summon Hashrott’s legion as well as repel those folk”
“How doth thou wot so much about ‘t?”
“Wherefore, am but feeble corky sir albeit a knowledgeable one”
“This hath to beest did send to the capital ‘long yond sirrah yond did find’t, his highness wilt love to hast his hands on this”
“I am sure he did win’t yea maketh shift touch ‘t” the Captain joked
“The medallion did win’t burn anyone of the leading royal blood”
“But ‘t didn’t burn the sirrah” the Captain wondered aloud
“Then the sirrah wilt beest a prince haply one gotten from illegitimate seed” the uncle explained
The Captain nodded, then the uncle said “Thou might receiveth rewarded highly for this, a promotion haply?”, the Captain smiled
“I wilt maketh preparations for thy journey, am sure the King wilt approve ‘t” the uncle assured.
“How long wilt ‘t taketh?” The Captain asked
“Just two days, for anon wherefore don’t thou join us for the banquet to bray out the success thy cousin did maketh in the academy” The Earl joyfully said as they stood.
“Of course Uncle, ‘t will beest a honor”
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