Author’s Note: Before this chapter begins, I would like to thank everyone who has helped me edit these chapters, as well as make cover art. Also I want to thank all the people who have supported me and my fans (if I have any) of my writings. It’s been a long crazy trip, and I hope it will keep going.

Without further a due, here is the 5th Chapter of Silver Sun 2 A Blackened Soul.

Silver Sun 2 A Blackened Soul

By
GameGuy24

I’ve never seen father so worried before in my life; he kept talking impulsively toward any elf that came near him as he paced near the window. Father kept staring out the window toward the battle scene, fondling the gray hair on his head. Old age was shown in his eyes; blue eyes that had seen much hardship. With his hands limp he walked away from the window and looked towards me. Looking back at him, I gave him a loving smile. He replied with an awkward smile, and then continued with his observations out the window. This was quite surprising to me: he did not ordinarily act so preoccupied. I had always known him to be candid with everyone, no matter how coarse they were or the situation at hand.

“Is something the matter father?”

“Yes my dear daughter, the kingdom is in deep trouble at this moment. What we love may be lost at any breathe. Pray my daughter, pray to Elenia” (Elenia is the “God of Light”, the god contains the power of the light: The god who bestows the good in the world.)

Up from my desk I stood. “I have heard that this is an evil we have never seen before father; an evil that far surpasses that of men. Father, will the soldiers be able to hold off this army?”

“No my dear.”

“The neins and the ninjas father then could.”

“No neither nor the masters could stop this power.”

I hesitated. “What shall we do then? It is hard to believe that it is more powerful then the masters.”

He smiled awkwardly again towards me. “Do not worry daughter, you will not be harmed. I will do everything in my power to make sure so.” From the window he walked over to my bed and sat down. He tapped the bed. “Sit here.”

Standing from my seat, I walked over to my bed, and seated next to him. He put his arm around me, and rubbed my shoulder slowly.

“I will make sure you are safe my dear, I will get you out of the kingdom. Out of the misery and sorrow it has become.”

Looking out the window made me wonder: Was it really that hopeless? Was our kingdom to be destroyed by creatures we did nothing to and have only heard of in legends? For some reason I rotated head and said “Do you miss mother, father?”

His hand stopped rubbing my shoulder, and his arms pulled back. His eyes studied his lap and replied. “Yes, your mother was a beautiful woman. She loved this kingdom and its people more then anyone else I have ever met. She loved you, me, and your brother more then anything. While she was with us she brought joy too all that were around her. No one could ask anymore then that.”

Sitting up he walked toward the window, again looking toward the site of the battle. Staring into the distance, his eyes never flinched. A frown formed on his face; a frown with a mixture of anger, sadness, and regret. I could see many feelings were dwelling inside him. He moved away from the window and looked at me once more.

“Kalasam-daug (When a father says his daughter’s first name, he puts “daug” at the end of the name)...your brother…isn’t …”He started to say, but then was cut off by a nein.

“High Lord, the masters need you presence, they are in your room as we speak.”

“What do they need?”

“They need to speak to you of the battle sir; they said it is of high importance you attend.”

Looking at me with eyes pleading for forgiveness, he walked away with the nein. A slight breeze came into the room from the window, making me quiver slightly. The room seemed so empty now with my father gone. The small fire in the corner rose slightly as the breeze brushed against it; it left a tingling feeling in my nose. I rose from my bed, walked back to my desk, and tended to my hair. My long brown hair made many women in the kingdom envious, although that never flattered me. I consistently was looking at my hair in the mirror, trying to point out any imperfections. My father told me the high lord’s daughter must always look her best, no matter the situation. I was responsible to show our family’s true elegance, the light that we held inside. He made sure I wore the best dresses he could buy, and was always well groomed. Having a beautiful daughter always gave the family respect from other eleves, he told me; it reassured them that the right people were incharge. I never understood why that was so, since my father always told me beauty was within yourself, but I did as father asked of me. He did so much for me, doing such tedious tasks was a small price to pay. He was always complicating me on how beautiful I was; he said there was no daughter as wonderful in the kingdom as I. This made me blush and I felt embarrassed hearing this from my father. Keilth never told me such, but he always told his friends nice things about me I overheard.

He and Keilth took care of me as I grew; they tried there best to bring me up as a noble elf lady. They taught me the proper educate and social skills; sometimes they asked for help from women who worked in the castle, since there were just some things they couldn’t explain or preferred not too, I later understood. I got to know the women very well, and they all seemed like mothers to me. They laughed with me and nursed me when I was hurt. Still, they could not give the affection I wanted; they did not bring me into this world nor give a part of themselves to create me. There is a bond between a mother and a daughter that can not be replaced so easily. I do not remember my mother since she died when I was very young, of a sickness that could not be cured.

Kelith remembers the last time he saw her: he must not have been even 5 years old yet. She lay in bed with a cloth made from hija leaves (The Hija tree is known as the "tree of light”. Old stories say it was the first shelter for the eleves) and cheeka feathers wrapped around her. He forehead was covered with a wet cloth, while Yilva plants (an assorted group of plants which consisted of Relia, Warok, Cifan, and Riox; together they symbolize and encourage life) sat next to her bedside. As he approached she whispered my name softly, asking for me. She had become so weak she could barely put her hand on his face. Tears formed around my eyes every time I heard this; I couldn’t believe the condition she was in. My own mother, who was supposed to take care of me, wasn’t even able to take care of herself. Her hands were so white, her body was so weak he told me. She told him everything would be fine; father would take care of him and me. She told him to be a good brother and look out for me. I will always be in you heart, no matter what happens she said as her eyes closed and slept; she died a couple days later.

At that moment, a knock came at my door. I looked at the door from the reflection of my mirror and asked “Who is it?”

“It is a ninja fair lady.” The voice from outside the door replied.

“Enter sir.” From my desk I looked towards the door.

His appearance was oddly frightening; he did not look like any elf I knew. Teeth were not the color they should have been, and hair longer then accepted. He was bearing his weapon in hand and a smirk on his face. He walked slowly in to the room and bowed.

“What is you business sir?” I asked.

He walked forward, with his eyes staring intensely at me. Mouth drooling, it disturbed me. A presence came from him I did not like; a presence that made me lose the love I had just felt from my farther.

“Your father has requested that I escort you safely out of the castle as soon as possible.“ He said.

I jerked my head “Has he? To be honest sir, I do not know you. I have never seen you in my life. If you are a called ninja, I should have met you some time before, I know all the ninjas. What may I ask is you name?”

“I have just been newly appointed as ninja, that is why you have never seen me before. Let’s go, we have no time for formal introductions my lady.” He snatched my hand.

“Sir that is not a proper way to treat a lady...” I pulled back.

“Do not make this difficult girl.”

I tried to slap him across the face, but he grabbed my arm and squeezed it strongly. I screamed out and he threw me over into the corner of the room. He grunted as his hands went to his face, squeezing it all his strength. He then ripped them off; his face had changed into the most horrible sight I had ever seen. It was as black as the heart of Abyss (The “Evil God’ who causes death and pain to the eleves.). Red veins protruded from his face; his expression reminded me of stories told of a man’s face after the killing the innocent, a face of pure evil.

He grew 10 feet in height, much taller then any elf; the clothes he wore were shredded as he grew in size. His skin turned the darkest tint of black, his elf appearance had entirely disappeared. I screamed as loud as I could, and he crept closer to me. With each step his true form emerged, a creature of great hatred and selfishness.

“I told you not to make this difficult. Keeping the elf form was as difficult as it is; your refusals only bring out the hatred from within. Now it is time for you to join the darkness!” His voice rumbled in the room. Drool formed from his mouth and hit the floor. Blood, he mumbled, blood; the taste eases my suffering!

Suddenly, a common soldier walked unto the scene. Doing my best not to give away his approach, I closed my eyes. From the short look at him, I noticed that he was larger then most eleves, but shorter as well; He looked beastly even compared to most soldiers. He walked slowly to try and sneak up on the creature, but it was able to hear his foot steps and quickly deflected his attack. As I watched them fight, I realized how powerful this creature was. A ninja could handle it, but many soldiers alone one could not vanquish it. I later thought, if that soldier had not come I would have not been alive today.

Although I was grateful that the soldier came to protect me; I knew it was for avail. He was being beaten badly by the creature. He lay on the floor, cuts and blood all
over his face. I could tell he was doing his best, but his skills were far below this menace.

“Blood, dark blood you have. For such a weak creature you should feel proud; Dark blood is only found in the supreme creatures. Let me taste this blood.” He ran towards him, pulling his weapon out and raising it high above his head. Must…I had to do it…I had learned this incase something like this happened…my life was threatened…father would understand…

It was time to use it…my mind eased and my eyes closed. I had to focus; I must use what I had been taught.

“Kalasam-daug, I think it is time I teach you this. You are getting older now and no longer need to be watched. Now, you must understand how serious this is. Only use this if absolutely needed to: it is against eleven laws if used improperly. Do you understand?”

“Yes father.”

“Good, now close your eyes and ease your mind. Only think of the light: the light Kalasam-daug. I want you to picture fire in a ball.”

I imagined the fire in my hand. The fire is gushing through my hand, wanting to be released, I told myself. Feeling the heat, I must let go the scorching flames. This fire that not only keeps me warm at night, but destroys as well, I realized.

“You must be patience; this will take time to learn. The more you do this the stronger it will become. You must learn this incase something happens…if your life is ever in danger…”

I aimed my hand towards the creature. The sound of a sword striking metal roared in the room. I opened my eyes.

Nothing.

The creature had tried to gash the soldier across the face, but the soldier had blocked it with his helmet. This cut the helmet almost in two, nearly piercing the soldier’s head into two parts. The soldier then pulled off his helmet and blocked the creature’s next strike. This was my last chance.

“This is ancient eleven magic: do not let it fall into the wrong hands...”

I quickly repeated what I did before, and opened my eyes. Everything was red and yellow like fire. I imagined the fire as detailed as I could and released the image from head into my hand: the fireball was a littler larger then my fist. If not the fire in the corner, it would have lit the whole room with its blaze, whizzing across the room with an intense speed, suffering as the air restrained it from passing. It struck the creature in the back. With a shriek it fell to the ground; I rose from the corner. I waited to see if it would resume for a small amount of time. When it did not stir, I walked over to the soldier.

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. The soldier who had protected me was no elf. His ears did not stick up; his hair was not long and beautiful, his hands were covered in hair. His face or body did not look elfish at all: he was a man. He had short, untamed brown hair, big meaty hands, large legs with small feet, and hair all over his face; things not found on eleves. What was he doing here?

Eyeing the soldier, I remember I had known only one human during my life: Prince Hulas…a human my father said was given to us to take care by the humans. Why he allowed it he never would say. His reply was always “It’s my retribution for all the lives I have taken unwillingly.”

This was Prince Hulas, it had to be. He had saved my life; I would never thought a human would do such a noble thing. Although I would never question the stories told by my elders as exaggerated or even false, this did intrigue me.

I remembered as a young lady I had spent some time with him, but then one day he just suddenly wasn’t there anymore; I don’t remember why at all. I was a young elf then, carefree from the world of political and destructive problems. I remember spending long days under the high sun, sitting under a Hija tree, as the breeze rushed through my hair. The world always seemed so wonderful.

My brother had always told me humans were filth; we use to play war with his friends and he always made me be the human. I wasn’t allowed to run around or attack him, so I just stood there while they pretended to kill me. I never liked the game, but it made him happy so I played along.

I was too young to remember when men were living on our land: for I was just a baby during the War of Greed: Too young to remember the departure of man. All I have ever heard of is stories of eleves fighting men bravely and defeating them in great wars and battles. We banished them off Reia (our continent) and made them sail off into the big water. They’ve never been heard from since, and most believe they died on the voyage. I wondered, why did this happen then? If man, the root of all our problems is no longer here, why does suffering still continue?

I walked towards him slowly, afraid of him almost: he was drenched in blood. Having never seen so much blood on one person before, it made me feel uneasy. I had never seen much blood at all actually; there had not been blood shed in battle since the War of Greed. He forced himself partially up by pushing against the wall nearby and looked towards me.

“I am glad you are safe elfmaiden; your father has sent for me to take you safely out of the kingdom.” He covered the spots of his body that bled. “I see I was just in time to protect you from that creature.”

“Yes, I thank you for your protection.” I bowed slightly.

“No thanks are necessary; just doing my duty as an…elf.” His teeth clenched. “I would escort you from the castle, but I can’t actually move at the moment.”

“Let me see your wounds.” I lay on my knees and touched his shoulders. This startled him and his eyes closed.

His wounds were horrible; he was bleeding intensively. The creature had torn him apart, bruising his entire body. I put my hand on his face, and it startled him even more so. Again I focused on what my father had taught me.

“If you’re ever hurt or someone near you is hurt, you will use this spell to cure their wounds. This will only cure the wounds, not the pain or the exhaustion they had experienced. To do this spell, you must focus on the pain itself, and to focus on something that makes you happy. You must concentrate and release a medicine from your hand that will heal the person you are using it on. Remember that it will use all of your power needed to heal the person completely, so don’t heal too often or you’ll run out of inner vigor…”

The bottom of my hand became black; as I touched him his wounds started to disappear. The blackness went around his whole body touching ever wound. The bleeding stopped, and he was starting to look better. He did still look exhausted and fatigued; he breathed in heavily, and stared at my hand. When I was down healing, I released my hand from his shoulder and looked at my hand: the blackness was slowing disappearing, seeping back into my palm. I stood up, and waited for him to stand up. Pushing against the wall again he slowly rose completely and thanked me for healing him.

“Let me find my sword and we will be on our way. Please wait a moment.” Walking over to where his short sword laid he picked up. I could see he noticed the black blood on the sword. Walking back he approached me.

“Elfmaiden, I have one question I am hoping you can answer.”

“What would that be soldier?”

“I was wondering why when you healed me a black substance came from your hand. Isn’t healing a power of the light, not of the darkness?”

A frown must have formed on my face for he looked at me uncomfortably. This was a question I had asked my father once before, and I had not liked the answer he gave. I decided to tell him the same thing I had been told, since I had no other conclusion. “Eleves are a part of the darkness, even though we are the good of this world, we still bring suffering in our tasks; if we only brought happiness to this world, our powers would come from the light.”

He was quiet for a moment, then asked “Aren’t the things eleves do for good though?”

I frowned again. “Yes, but we still bring death. A sword or bow only brings pain not happiness.”

He frowned and put the remains of his helmet back on his head.

“Shall we go?” He said, and we proceeded towards the door.

Outside the room we heard a voice “Are you alright Kalasam?”

An elf appeared in front of us: it was the high ninja. He was fully dressed in uniform, armed with his many short swords. He smiled cheerfully at my notice of him.

I smiled surprisingly. “I had been told you had been hurt in battle, but you do not look like it?” I asked.

He walked closer to me. “A few scratches doesn’t bother me much.” He bowed. “I’m glad you’re safe Kalasam. Your father came by my side while I rested after battle and asked me to watch over his daughter, which I had no problem with.” He put his hand on top of my head.

“Oh Juzy, I’m no longer a child.” I smiled at him and bowed. “Thank you for coming to my aid.”

“Are you hurt?” He asked.

“No, Prince Hulas protected me from a dark creature that came for me.” I looked towards the black creature lying on the floor, then towards Prince Hulas. Prince Hulas had been keeping to himself throughout the whole conversation but now was alert.

Juzy moved towards him. “Thank you for protecting the Kalasam. You have done a great deed for the kingdom.” He put his head down slightly.

Prince Hulas bowed his head down slightly, but it looked as though he was not actually paying attention, as he bowed far longer then needed. His eyes stared downwards, not actually looking at Juzy. I could tell he was thinking about something else distantly in his blue eyes.

“Shall we go then?” Juzy asked.

“Yes we must. Prince Hulas will be accompanying us, as my father asked him as well to protect me until I was in safety’s way.” I explained.

“It would be an honor.” Juzy said kindly to Prince Hulas, but I could tell her did not really mean it. He had never had a fondness of humans, as like other eleves. Although he was too young to have faught in the War of Greed, he was old enough to remember the fighting.

“Tilan…”

We proceeded down the hall further tile the sound of footsteps behind us approached.

Time speeded up for a moment. My body flinched. Prince Hulas had felt the same thing as well. I looked toward where Juzy had been walking, but he was gone. I felt scared for some moments and then looked behind. I saw Juzy with his five short swords sticking out of the back of the creature that had fought Prince Hulas. The creature stood still, almost frozen in time. Juzy looked angry, at either Prince Hulas or the creature I’m not sure. The creature was no more then 6 steps behind us; his short sword was above his head again, aimed toward me. The creature screamed out in pain when his body realized the swords in his back, without a breath to spare. He fell with a splat, and the dark blood rushed onto the floor from his mouth and back.