Re: Night's Assailants: Valkyrian
Chapter nine: The gods
Kandred looked at the lines on the mountain, wondering. His hand began to tingle as he slid his hand over the markings, lining them up with his hand. The markings on his hand glowed blue, as did the rest of the markings on his body. An invisible force thrust him to the ground, lining up all of the lines with his own. He then noticed that the mountain’s surface was now smooth, like marble, and the inscriptions on the mountain glowed blue aswell. He rose several feet in the air, unable to move. A white light blinded him temporarily. When he could see again, he was in a white room, and all of his clothes that normally covered his torso were gone. His feet were bared, and the floor was cold against his skin. Everything then took form. He was in his room in the Dome, and he quickly rustled up the stairs to his bed. He grabbed a book, Razgran’s Notes, and leafed through it quickly. He found what he was looking for: a map of Vorna’s main continent: Errall. He looked at the map, drawing his finger over the page, past Gorgranek, and then north, until found the mountain range that stretched over the northern and eastern coast. He found what he was looking for: one mountain was labelled with the number 3. He looked at the notes on the map, and looked at 3. it wrote:
Mountain of the Map. This mountain’s flat top is etched with an interstellar map, and one man shall bare the map on his form. This map is a channelling spot, for the gods of Vorna to communicate with their world.
Kandred slammed the book shut and put it back on its shelf. He saw his clothes, hanging off of the room door, and leapt down, over the railing, and grabbed them. He donned his cloak, putting the hood on. He slipped his jacket on, not caring to button it up. He then put on his boots and laced them up, not bothering to fold them down. He grabbed Thrinmoore off the floor from where it lay and barged out of the room and into the halls of the Dome. He jumped into the air, flapping his wings, and shot through the halls, above the people on the ground. He flew around, trying to find Tempus’ room, for he sought help; but his mind was misted over and he could not remember where it was. He landed back at his room and rammed the door down, fastening it back on with air magic. He ran and jumped up onto the pathway above the ground, opening the door to his house back in Vorna. He ran down the stairs and into the living room, and saw his family.
“Dad!” Gar ran up to him.
“Air!” Kandred shot the boy backwards, not wanting to be hindered as he ran out the door he leapt into the air, beating his wings furiously. He could just see the army of Nightwolves pouring from Orc Pass above Gorgranek.
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He finally passed over the Gorgranek plains and he flew into Gorgranek castle through an open window. He was in the throne room, a long room, almost like a hallway, two hundred metres long, and at the other end sat the King on his throne. The King Boomed.
“Intruder! Seize him, guards! The guards leapt for Kandred, who shot them back with a single burst of air. He landed before the King, kneeling. He raised his head, looking at the king, who stood up, grabbing his Round-Axe. “You wish to be executed?” the King said, mockingly.
“No, my Lord Razgran.” At that moment Kandred realised that the King was not Razgran.
“I am not Razgran. Razgran was my Lord, and he was killed just over a decade ago. I was his apprentice, and now I am King, and Flame, of the RedClad Forces. I am Axle Rarronson. What is it you want, dragon-man?”
“I am not a dragon-man!” Kandred stood up, towering the King. “I will not let my people be insulted, I am an Izzorius, and proud of it!”
“I am sorry. You must not get so angry. Now, what are you here for?”
“I am Kandred Johansson, and I have come with news of an army marching towards Gorgranek. It comprises of both orcs and Nightwolves.”
“You say this is true?”
“Yes, King Axle. Look out your window.” Axle and he walked down the Hallway to the door, and walked out. They walked to their left, until they came to a window that pointed north-east. The black form of an army could be seen marching towards the town.
“Now tell me, Kandred, who are you?”
“I am Kandred Johansson, as I said before, and I am a great King of Nérôlass, and Vorna, I am the Auric King.”
“The Auric King. Who are the Aurics?”
“The people of the Auric Clans and towns. I am the King of Izzorius, the Clan of red and white. The Clan of fire and air. The WindFlame people. You will be needing us in some close time.”
“What are the other Clans? Who are the others?”
“There are two others: the Terrigor, the people of the Forge – magma and metal –, and the Sûl-Éad – water and darkness.”
“Who are their leaders?”
“The King of the Terrigor is Kiga Forthor, and the King of the Time Benders is Tempus.”
“I see. I must ask you, you are the King of flame and of wind, what magic do you possess?”
“I shall show you. Ôdu!” Kandred shot an orb of white energy at the wall, it dispersed as it hit.
“What use is wind, it does not burn, break, or do anything.”
“It does, now watch, if I may.” Kandred shot wind at Axle, knocking him back, and then, just as the King hit the ground, Kandred levitated him up a few feet. “That is what use it is.”
“I see, I am sorry that I doubted your power.” Kandred stood the man up where he had been a few moments before.
“And here is fire. Örl!” a ball of flame shot forward, smashing itself on the stone wall.
“Is that all?”
“No, it is not. I have two other spells, but I will only perform one here. The other is too powerful. Ôdu Gorn!” Kandred burst into the air, his wings turning into white, feathered beauties, stretching the width of the room, making him cramped. “I must move into your Hall so I can fit.” and Kandred slid into the Hall, his wingspan covering half of the width of the Hall.
“Impressive, and very so.” the guards screamed in terror, throwing their spears at Kandred, but he just stopped them in the air, letting them float to the ground.
“I must be off, I shall see you soon, King Axle.” Kandred folded his wings into his body, flying out of the large window he had flown in.
He flew at a normal pace for a while, but then sprouted his wings, his speed doubling as he did so. He flapped his wings, rising on a thermal, and then just hovering momentarily, surveying the landscape as he did so. He could see smoke coming from the forest, a sign that his wife was cooking. He flew down, landing at the foot of a huge oak. The forest was entirely made of oaks, except for a few that were at the centre of the forest. Kandred’s time in Air Form ran out, and he turned back to normal. He moved in between the trees and slowly into the forest.
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The Izzorius walked through the forest until he reached the house. He walked into the living room, seating himself beside his wife on the couch. “Hello, Nælís, how have you been?”
“Kandred, I am fine. But why did you hit our child with your magic?”
“I was in a rush, I could not be hindered, or I would’ve failed what I was trying to accomplish.”
“What was that?”
“I had to get to Gorgranek castle, there was an army about which was an hour away, and I needed to alert the King.”
“But why not stop for a moment to hug your child?”
“Because moments turn into minutes and minutes turn into hours to the unwary eye.”
“I have a few more questions to ask still. How many lives do you live, husband?”
“Many. I am tied to many.”
“Tell me of every single one.”
“I live my life in my family, my life in the Dome, my life in Auria, and my life in Izzorius.”
“You lead four lives, and you don’t have enough time to spend with any of them!”
Jet walked into the room. “Hey, Kand–” Jet stopped to watch: Nælís punched Kandred in the face, the blow taking him by surprise. Blood was soon trickling down Kandred’s face, his nose bleeding, and blood coming out of his mouth. He walked up the stairs to his study, passing Gar.
“Dad!” Gar jumped up at Kandred, who swept the child up in his arms.
“Hello Garenjin.”
“What happened to you face?”
“I was viciously attacked.” Kandred put the child down, walking up the rest of the stairs. He walked into the room and into the Dome door.