SAVIORS [OLD]

Chapter II (trash)

  In the House's library that sheltered the members of Astrasyl á Djakhi, which means in Ghastrov, Protectors of People, books were placed neatly in the wooden bookshelves. The rich candelabra on the corners of the House's walls alighted the darkness of the room. The shining checkered floor reflected the weary's poet figure.
  Her eyes grew droopy in every tick of the grandfather's clock. Her quill and paper glowed in red while hovering in mid-air, writing on their own. It simply relied on the command of the telekinetic maiden.
 
  Someone lightly knocked on the door and came in, approaching the busy and passioned poet.
  "You need not announce thy presence. This is the library, ain't my room." her voice rasped with a hint of fatigue, she turned to face the figure standing behind her, "Who is come?"

  "'Tis your friend, Elyni," a familiar deep masculine voice replied. "The Queen sent a letter for you."

  "Aye, Hasfor, I recognize ye. What say—the message?" she stood up to face her friend that she had once despised in their first training. The man she had looked down because of his lack of skills in battle. It was common knowledge for mages to know how to defend themselves, even when they are young, taught by their own parents. But she knew now why he hadn't learn to fight.

  Elyni's partner in missions handed her the letter but halted at the sudden raise of the maiden's hand. She twirled her index and pointed at the letter,"Read that for me, will ye?"
  "Very well, Lady Parvha," he chuckled lightly. He straightened his back and placed his left arm behind; he began to read the letter on his gloved hand, mimicking the tone and posture of a messenger.

  "Ehem— To: Ms. Elyni Parvha; From: The Queen of Gastravhon," he continued,  
  "Dear, Ms. Parvha, member of Astrasyl á Djakhi. On behalf of thy words of wisdom, I sought peace with the people of Peryxia. The war and the slavery of Peryxians that resulted in discrimination have been our fault. We ought a treaty that'll be the key for the peace we've always wanted. "

  Hasfor glanced at her for a tick and saw her nodded at him to proceed, "The Peryxian streets are very dangerous. The King's people have gone missing, or I reckon—dead. I request thou and thy partner, Mr. Hasfor Sklaja, to find out who's behind all this and terminate them as soon as possible. If ye accept my mission, I shall pay ye two hundred vhone."
  Silence roamed the room. Both had their eyes widened and mouth formed in an 'o'. This is unexpected. Such a huge sum of vhone!
"I shall send a ship for ye on the Yzhal Harbor, ye sail on the day after tom-
orrow. Thank you; Queen Isvka."

  The poet's eyebrows furrowed, "I admit, I relish the Queen wanting peace. That war had happened decades ago, declared by our deceased king. But another mission? I'm tired," she crossed her arms and pouted.
  "Now, you're acting like a child. We are the protectors of people. If we accept this mission, we'd receive tons of vhonei," Hasfor sighed as he reminded her the mission. "You said ye wanted more books to read, right? We could split this reward and buy whatever we want. 'Tis a lot. I could buy my own house and—"

  "Aye, aye," Elyni said haughtily, "I wish to sleep right now."
  She bid him goodbye and exited the library, leaving her friend parting his lips open to say, "Wai—"
  Elyni closed the door behind her.

• • •

  "I'm tired. . ." Elyni complained groggily while being forcefully dragged out of the House by her friend as she hesitantly followed the insisting young man.
  "We've to gather our battle gears and weapons at the Keeper," Hasfor said. "It was your fault, anyway. You stayed all night writing a poem."
  "Then what was the need to leave them there?" she asked unconsciously, ignoring his last words.
  "Where are your wits? Are you a fool?"
  "Am not!"
  "Aye ye are!"
  "Nay!"
  "Says law to surrender any kind of battle-blade to the Keeper," he said finally.
  Elyni hummed a response.
 
  Her friend, or what she see as an annoying friend shook her shoulders aggressively. "Wake up!" he screamed.
  She pushed his hands away, "Aye, I'm awake. Ye needn't touch me, you pesky witch!"
  Hasfor laughed at her reaction until she briskly walked away.
  "Hey! Wait up!" he ran towards her and matched his pace with hers.
 
  THE KEEPER, a sign board was written above the entrance of the small building. They entered it and was greeted with an old man, "Be welcome. Who art thous?"

"Elyni Parvha."
"Hasfor Sklaja."
  "Thy keys?" he reached out his wrinkled hand, as if waiting for something to be given over. Hasfor gave their keys to him upon his wake.
  The old keeper turned around and with the flick of his wrist, vaults stacked ontop of vaults faded into view. "Thy reason?"
  "Mission. Requested by the Queen," Elyni replied, showing the old man the letter. He nodded in reply.