“IT HASN’T BEEN done before. Most would argue that it’s a defiance against the laws of the universe,” Druiden thought to himself.
“Just because a witch and a wizard have never been married before, that won’t stop me from marrying her. I love her.”
The war had ended. For good this time. Lucas had been saddened by the death of Ledëalm and Daniel. He even felt sorrow for the death of his old friends Chester, Carla and Bianca. Marzelle spent most of her time consoling Harris who was grieving the loss of his sister. But most of all, he felt sorrow for the loss of Laura.
He had realised that what she had done, in some sick, twisted way, had all been for him. She had meant to destroy the world – for him. She had truly loved him and had been cast into despair by the fact that he loved Sarah, not her. He loved Laura, but he loved Sarah so much more. It felt right with Sarah. With Laura, it had literally been a war, and many of his friends – including his king – had died from it.
Instead of the normal five-day contest of wizardly power, Lucas had been, quite literally, thrust upon the throne. He hadn’t wanted the rule of the kingdom, but it wasn’t for him to decide. He still had dreams of becoming a blacksmith... but when Lucas thought of that he almost laughed. There was no way that he would become a blacksmith after all that had happened.
Lucas changed the subject to something that bothered him, “Who were the people in the Prophecy?”
Druiden sighed, “The Child of the Foe – that would be you Lucas; you are Barat’s great grandson. The Ancient Youth – that is Adrian; he is a First Mage – an ancient one. The Finder of the Lost – Sarah; she has the lost gifts of Danae. And, well: The One Who Gains by Losing. That would be Laura.”
Lucas nodded, “I grieve for her. But I could not love her – I love Sarah. If it hadn’t been for the loss of Laura, the war wouldn’t have ended.”
“And you are now Wizard-King,” Druiden commented as he looked around the parlour in the castle that Lucas now lived in. It still didn’t feel like home to him.
“And Sarah is the Great Magess,” Lucas added.
“If you two were to marry, you would unite two kingdoms. Quite the marriage,” Druiden thought.
“I will marry her for love, not duty. Besides, my kingdom has become an empire. King Argot has retired the throne and he has given it to me.”
“Dynnlel, Arnone and the Witch Kingdom would be quite an empire,” Druiden smiled gleefully.
“But there is a kingdom between us. The Non-Kingdom.”
“The Non-Kingdom society would never have lasted for more than another century,” Druiden scoffed, “But their law of education for all people would be a wise one to keep.”
“Are you saying that I must unite all four kingdoms?”
“You must, Lucas. That is the only way that we can prevent against another war with the forces of Erebus.”
“I will go down in history as a tyrant,” Lucas complained.
“You will be thought of as a saviour. You will be the Emperor of the Earth. The United Empire of Arnone shall rule the Earth. Well, this part of the Earth. Us gods have plans, you know. While you were fighting in the war, another war was being fought on the other side of the Earth.”
“You mean across the far Border Mountains?” Lucas asked, thinking of the Earth’s history and geography.
Druiden nodded, “So you will marry her. You will unite the Earth. There shall finally be peace.”
* * *
“And will you, Sarah, take this man as your husband?” Druiden asked at their wedding.
They were having it at the fountain in the centre of the United Empire of Arnone, where Lucas had first met Homeless, the old beggar – also known as the god Druiden. Everyone in the empire who was able had come to the wedding, even the gods.
It was something that had never before happened. A witch and a wizard would be married. Everyone wondered what type of children they would have – maybe a new breed of spell-casters?
“I do,” Sarah said, glowing.
She was wearing the most beautiful wedding dress that ever had been made. Marzelle had helped make it. Harris was at the wedding; he seemed a bit better but still had a haunted look in his eyes. Adrian was there too – well he ought to be, as the King’s Advisor and Commander of the Mage Army.
Lucas was wearing his kingly robes, holding his arnite sword and staff in separate hands. He was looking lovingly in Sarah’s eyes when something else drew his attention. He looked toward the crowd. There stood a man, his skin tattooed with magical symbols. He carried a staff of volcanic rock, magic symbols engraved upon it. He was the image of power – and joy.
“And will you, Lucas, take this woman to be your wife?” Druiden asked as Lucas looked to Druiden.
“I will,” he answered.
“Then, boy, kiss your wife!” Druiden admonished.
They kissed and everyone in the crowd cheered. Lucas looked to the crowd, searching for that man. He was not there. Lucas had probably imagined him.
* * *
Bartholomew watched the wedding. His great grandson had seen him – but there was no harm in that. He had wanted to see the wedding – he had been waiting for it for Ages, thanks to his spell of immortality. He still looked the same age as Lucas.
It was time to work on another problem. This one had been solved – except for the children Lucas and Sarah would have together. Bartholomew frowned; they would be almost the equal of the minor gods. Their children would have children and their children would have children. Soon there would be a whole new species of spell-casters. That could be dangerous.
Well, only time would tell. It was added to the list of problems he had to solve. His work would never end. He was the Peace-Keeper. The one who would ensure the survival of the Earth. He had followed Laura through Hell, saved Lucas from death a number of times. He had shaped the future of the Earth, and now was the time he relaxed a bit, and watch his creation unfold.
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The Gods' War
Fantasy[I DO NOT OWN THE COVER IMAGE] When two friends, Lucas and Adrian, are abducted by men in black cloaks who wear masks of gold, it marks the beginning of a great adventure that will cause the two friends to find love, power and war. Betrayal is often...
