False kings and jealous gods

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I feel the fire flare alight inside me

Higher so I can see

N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of

Liars and travesty

Oh fire

(Poets of the fall - Fire)

Eoll had that scary dream again. He was in a cave lit by smoky torches among the people with hidden under hoods faces. On the stone throne there sat a beautiful girl, whose long hair descended on the very floor. Now and again Eoll watched the coronation ceremony, when the priests united the three ancient artifacts to fulfill the goddess with a magical power and save their planet from destruction. But there was no result, because in fact there were four artifacts, but the fourth one - the sword - had been lost.

Eoll knew, that if the sword had been found, it would have pierced the girl's heart, but it hadn't and thus he calmly stood in the shadows, just watching and admiring the beauty. He surely didn't want this attractive young person to be sacrificed, but what could he do? They all were just pawns in this difficult game.

For all the times that Eoll had had this dream, he couldn't change anything, no matter how hard he tried. He usually woke up after the crown was laid upon the girl's head. But this time there was something wrong. This time there was a man with a sword! Eoll shuddered, realizing that he was about to play his part at last, and the man stepped forward, holding his sword. Flare lights played on its blade beautifully. All the present people gave out a shout of amazement.

- You have forgotten about a small detail for our ritual, - he said.

- No! - Eoll exclaimed and, stepping forward, covered her with a shield.

- No? - the priest asked again. - But isn't the goddess supposed to die? Off with the false kings and jealous gods! - and with this weird phrase he easily broke the shield into two halves. The high priest and all the rest demanded this mysterious brother to show his face, but Eoll only had time to see the faces he already knew and then the horrible dream let him out of its clingy claws...

Eoll wished he knew, what these dreams haunting him meant! He was fascinated with the girl's lovely face, especially with her eyes, and how resignedly she let the priests conduct this ancient ritual. The eyes were so deep, as if the wisdom of centuries lay in them, it was impossible to turn away from these eyes.

Lately Eoll noticed, that he began to look closer to every woman he met anywhere. He didn't want to confess even to himself, but he was looking for the girl from his dreams. He didn't tell anyone about her, even to his closest friend Morpho, with whom he had shared everything since childhood. And although, they outwardly seemed to be very normal true born Maalakhish, who during the day time worked hard for a rich rhatian and at night played their music, Eoll and Morpho had enough of secrets.

That night Eoll didn't see the girl on the stone throne in his dreams, but he had some anticipation. It was a day-off and also a day for execution of some criminals at the central square of the city, and although Eoll loathed public executions, something made him take a flyer and go exactly this way. And when he, gaining a velocity, rapidly rushed to upper levels, he hit somebody for the first time in his life.

Realizing, that somebody had knocked upon the roof of his vehicle, he opened the upper hatch and a person dropped inside. A red sphere hit Eoll on his forehead and some small object fell right into his hands. It was a micro-device and for a tiny second Eoll looked at it and then turned his eyes to a person. He or she wore a grey cape with a hood, but it was cast aside and an amazed guy almost cried from unexpectedness. The girl from his dreams was before him!