Author's Note: Sorry i have not updated in a while. School has kept me busy XP. I am about to write a chunk so i will have plenty to post. So no worries there will be more.
Chronicle 2: Silver
The moon shown high and the creatures of the night howled. The wind was calm, but it had a faint smell of blood on it, the scent of a fresh kill more than likely. The trees moved only when an animal moved among its branches. It was a relatively peaceful night.
The night was interrupted by a lone figure. He was walking peacefully down through the forest. Creatures seemed not to care. Some came to him; others ran for the fear of his blade.
The man wore Robes of silver. He had a silver amulet with a diamond in the center around his neck. His fair fell down near shoulder length. It was the color of the moon. His eyes were piercing Silver. He wore boots of made of the Moon Deer; a silver deer with great horns. He had a sword at his side, ShimmerSilver.
He slowly strolled through the forest. He was in no hurry for he had nowhere to be. He walked alone and only the animals followed him for they had no reason to fear, unless they were made of darkness
He walked among the trees until he reached a small opening. It had no tress in it, and it held only a great rock in the center. The moon shone brightly on the rock reviling it to be smooth-stone.
The smooth-stone rock had carvings on it; carvings of the void. They told neither story nor tale. They only held power. They held the power to send Gods from plane to plane.
As the man walked up to the rock, he went to place his hand upon the surface. As he moved his hand he sensed a presence nearby. He quickly drew his ShimmerSilver and summoned a silver ball into his free hand. The animals near him scattered.
"Show yourself mortal!"
A few seconds passed before another man emerged from the trees. He wore grand robes of gold. He had a ruby gold ring on his right hand. He had a great oak staff in his right hand. He had a crown upon his head made of grass. His hair was the color of a pure rive. His eyes were Gold.
"Hold! I am no mortal, but I still do not wish to be slain."
The silver clad man lowered his sword and dispelled his spell.
"Varithain King of Magic; why are u of all people here. Do you wish to study the Vurthduram again? I shall tell u again, it is in vain. No one but the Gods can understand it."
Vurthduram in the language of the Void translated to High seat of Portals. It was a title given to the main teleporter between the hidden planes and the planes of the Gods.
The king scowled at the silver clad man.
"I am not here to observe the symbols. They have no meaning to me anymore; for they have no translation."
This made the silver clad man laugh. He spoke to the king in a tone filled with humor.
"They have meaning to the Gods, but your language is so simple. There are words you have not discovered yet that are implanted within this Vurthduram."
The king continued to scowl, but spoke in an even tone.
"Raggedstar you fool do you have no idea why I am here?" Before he could answer the king continued. "My wife has given birth to a son. He is the one of prophecy we are sure, but he is of simple power. He has no potential whatsoever, even for a child."
Raggedstar looked at the king with little interest.
"This is of my concern how? Your child being weak is not my fault, nor is it any of the Gods problems."
"Raggedstar you of all the Gods should know full well what is coming. A surge of darkness has already entered my forest. I have sent soldiers to counter it, but it shall spread regardless."
Raggedstar looked at the king with a quizzical look.
"Your point? Your planes are not mine. I have my own worries to attend to. The coming darkness is a problem for all, but I am not concerned with your fantasy world."
The king's face twisted in anger. He spoke with venom.
"You treat me as if I was a mortal! I am far beyond filthy mortals. I am king of Magic and I request respect, nay I deserve respect!"
Raggedstar keep a calm expression and spoke in an even tone.
"You deserve nothing from me. You are still small compared to the Gods. You were not even our first choice, but your father was killed so we had no choice but his spoiled son. His son who never tried to exceed what he thought he could do. Never strived to become better. His son he always set limits for himself."
The king barked out his next words.
"I know my limitations! My father had no understanding of what he could not do!"
"The only limitation anyone has is what they believe they cannot do. Your father believed he could do anything he set his mind to. For this reason he will always be stronger and a better man than you."
The king was about to speak but calmed himself. He slowed his breathing and looked at Raggedstar.
"This is no time for me to quarrel with you. I have a request that must take importance."
Raggedstar raised his eyebrow quizzically.
"Let me guess you wish for me to train your son."
"Yes… he is not what I want him to be. I thought that maybe a God could at least make him a worthy pawn in the coming darkness."
Raggedstar looked at the king and breathed out a sigh.
"You are a fool Varithain. You think foolish thoughts, but I shall train him to the best of my abilities. He shall become a great mage, but you shall not have anything to do with him."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he must be free from your influences. I do not wish for him to interacte with you until I have him trained to a point. His mother may visit, but you shall not."
The kind looked at the God with a look of satisfaction.
"Fine, fine but I expect him to be trained well."
Raggedstar smiled in satisfaction.
"Good, good. Now bring him to me when you are ready, but I shall only train him in certain arts, others he must learn through experience."
The king nodded in understanding. He turned and left without another word.
Raggedstar then again raised his hand to the rock, and activated the magic hidden within it. A bright flash of light hide him, and then he was gone.
The peacefulness of the forest returned.