AEONS: THE GODS ARE DAMNED

Chapter 5

The Captain was in the garden feeding the fishes in the pond when his uncle, Earl Ievos walked up to him;
“Seemeth like thy luck keeps soaring high, mine nephew; the King did order thou to present yourself in the royal palace in two days”, the older man said cheerfully
“I already did send word back to the camp, the sirrah shouldst beest hither by night fall” the Captain replied. ******************************************************************************************
Ralnor flew as fast as his wings could take him; the instant he entered the southlands he felt the evil force, although most part of the south was conquered already, about 5 other Kings still stood. His first stop was at Rivleam the second largest Kingdom in the south and the closest to the Midlands. He landed in the palace compound with a thud causing dust to rise; he walked out of it and headed straight for the main palace hall, the King was expecting him anyways.
As he walked past the guards and some handmaids, they stopped and bowed their heads slightly; he enjoyed the attention he got as a Drengrid, apart from the powers that causes everyone to fear him, he was also important as an emissary of the most feared King in Maregere, Aranor. He entered the hall and the King of Rivleam was waiting, already discussing with his advisers and generals.
“It seems you all started without me”, his voice vibrated through the hall.
“Brother!” the King exclaimed, he came to Ralnor and they had a bear hug, the King broke from the hug with a smile, “the midlands truly toned your skin”
Ralnor laughed “so did their women” they both laughed and went to take their spots at the table.
“Since, you missed most of the discussion…” a general said but was quickly cut off by the King
“My brother is over 10,000 years old, he knows how battle works… the right question is will he help us?”
Ralnor smiled, “I came to find out what is happening here not join a war…” the faces of those present fell “…but, it will be a delight to actually rip something apart,” the faces around lit with understanding, “so, tell me, who do you want dead?” the King now had a grin plastered on his face.
The First General said again, “Well, we have news of a town not too far from here got captured…”
“Destroyed” the King interjected “…it was destroyed not captured, they hold now such as captives, they attack destroy and hold the place like a trophy”
“Ok then, Destroyed, and no one sent, came back alive or even wounded, they are just gone”
“So you want me to go to a death zone and do what?” Ralnor asked
“Help us find out who is behind it, our mages can’t use magic to find the out who it is” the first general said
“And anyone who ventured there, stayed there…dead” another general said
“What do you think we are facing here?” Ralnor asked
“As far as I and the mage guild has found, it isn’t any magic known or practiced in modern times” the Head Mage said
“So we are probably facing a sorcerer with ancient magic and we have no idea who he is or what he capable of” he sighs ,“I see why you want to use me as a weapon”
“We need at least a fraction of knowledge or even hope of winning, we can’t face what we do not know” the King explained
“Fine, How far is the closest destroyed town from here?” Ralnor asked as he stood to leave
“Five days on horse and more on foot” A expensively dressed man said – he probably was the Head Merchant.
“Good, it will take minutes in air”, with that Ralnor turned and left but the King came running to catch up with him.
Standing in the square in front of the palace, the King and Ralnor stood, talking;
“You be careful out there”
“As you said am 10,000 years old, no ancient magic can be more ancient than the things I have faced” Ralnor boasted as dragon wings spurt out of his back and with a single flap dust rose from the ground that King has to cover his face with his arm.
When the dust passed, the King saw Ralnor as nothing more than a tiny fast moving shape almost at the outskirt of the Kingdom; “He is the fastest Drengrid indeed” the King marveled before going back to the luxury of his palace. ******************************************************************************************
Ralnor flew so fast that within mere minutes he already got to the Town of Fairlock; he landed with a thud in the middle of the town and looked around. The town was nothing short of unexplainable. He walked through the town; the town was destroyed completely; wrecks stood where beautiful buildings once did and charcoaled statues stood where humans should; Ralnor has seen countless wars in his own time but this? This was a disaster that only… it’s impossible, they were all killed…; were they? His thoughts were interrupted by a loud roar that came from the hills on the outskirts of the carnage. On the hills afar off was a wyvern, bluish black; it roared again before leaping off the hill and flew towards Ralnor.
“Good, Entertainment to take my mind off this abominated land”, he said before the wyvern blasted him with fire and flew over him; he stood there unscathed, when the wyvern saw this it grew mad and dived for Ralnor again. Ralnor waited patiently for the attack and when the wyvern got close enough, he jumped at it, and landed on it back. With a single punch to its skull, the wyvern lost balance and came crashing down into the wrecks. But Ralnor had jumped off just before then. The wyvern bursts out of the wreckage, and snarled. Ralnor was practically enjoying it. It was 30 meters away from him and it was preparing for a brawl. The wyvern bursts towards him but suddenly stopped; Ralnor was now 50 meters away from where he once stood with a huge heart in his hand. The wyvern fell dead behind him and he dropped the heart. His eyes shone an icy blue and all the blood vaporized. More roars hit his ear and he looked up to see an entire flight of wyvern flying towards him.
“Wow, more entertainment, perhaps I will take a drink from these ones”, he said before running towards them. ****************************************************************************************** A pillar of lightning landed in the compound of King Cornaith Windslore in Sivseria, then after a minute or two, a huge thud was heard with the pillar of lightning, the thud shook the compound, and then the lightning vaporized with Haemir now standing in its stead.
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The rickety carriage rolled down the path, Chase was boiling in the heat of the carriage, and he was also bored; the guards have been silent ever since the Captain joined them. Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder was heard, and a flash of lightning went above them and landed in the palace, afar off. Chase looked out of the carriage to see a pillar of lightning within the palace’s compound, the pillar was touching both sky and land, and Chase was so sure that a diamond will melt if thrown at that pillar.
“Heads in” One of the guards commanded him, and he obeyed.