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| The Ancients of Magic - Chapter 1 - By The Shepherd |
The Ancients of Magic:
Chapter One:
A deep soft voice
echoed through the empty chamber, “Lets see.” LoMet-Zar paused
as he searched through a labyrinth of bottles trying to find the
correct one. “Ah, here it is, Ash of Amberland, yes, two
pinches of the Ash of Amberland. Now the reagents are all
together and the dagger can be imbued.” LoMet-Zar glanced
over at an old faded oil painting of a Master Elven Mage.
The Elven Mage, though stricken with years at the time of the
painting, still showed the power and strength that ran in LoMet
family. “Great Grandfather, you would be proud of me now.”
LoMet-Zar took hold of the ancient dagger and held it above the
small blue flame on the alter. The fire danced in the dark
room and threw its faint light against the walls of the Ritual
Room. Smoke from the flame twirled up as it rose into the
night, filling the room with its perfume from the Mountains of
Amberland. Mustering a deep strong voice, LoMet-Zar began
to utter, “Lam Sha Zeir, Lam Sha Zeir, Lam Sha Zeir, let the
flesh whom thou tasteth be poisoned!” As the old language
of the Elves was spoken the dagger began to glow a faint green
color. With each repeating the glow got brighter and
brighter. The smell of ash and venom became almost
unbearable. As the last words of the chant were uttered, a
powerful sound as the rushing of a great wind, and a brilliant
glow encircled the dagger. Then, all was silent and the
only light in the Ritual Room was the faint glow of the small
blue flame. “Now, the assassination may take place,”
uttered LoMet-Zar under his heavy breathing. He then
placed the blade on the sacred pedestal in the center of the
room, and slowly exited to retire to his sleeping chamber.
Zar rose to his feet clapping gently
applauding his son, LoMet-Rath, as he completed the gauntlet
blindfolded. In an old Sage but excited voice Zar said,
"Well done my son, well done." Then, calming his voice
down and becoming more serious Zar continued, "Now, it is only 3
Suns until Queen XenShr will again call for the gathering of the
clans, she will then call for another virgin male and virgin
female to be sacrificed to her Pagan Gods. And on that
Dawn early in the morn, LoMet-Rath, you will End her reign of
Terror and restore peace to our tattered nation." Getting
a very far distant look in his eyes he uttered, "Your Great
Great Grand Father will be there in spirit to help and guide
you. Listen to your heart, and above all, remember,” Zar
placed his hand on his son’s shoulder, “you go to Restore your
Family to their Rightful Throne! XenShr's Reign will be
OVER!" Rath, though breathing heavily from his recent
excersise, was drinking in every word his father uttered and
pondering on their meaning. He squared off his shoulders,
faced his father and said, "For the Throne!" "For the
Throne!" came back the reply.
It was high noon and the sun beat down on
LoMet-Rath quite heavily. He didn’t have much in his
shoulder bag, just a few things to eat, 87 pieces of silver, a
blanket for sleeping on, and the imbued dagger. Even
though the shoulder bag was fairly light, the day was unusually
hot, and Rath had worked up a good sweat in just a half days
journey. Nevertheless, he pressed forward with increased
stride, for he knew the mission he was on. As Rath pressed
on, visions and images of Queen XenShr forcing his family out of
the palace and murdering his Great Great Grand Father flowed
through his mind. Not wanting to waste his breath, Rath
spoke in his mind, “XenShr, the day of vengeance is at hand!”
His jaw began to tighten and his teeth started grinding as he
thought, “XenShr, this dagger in my knapsack will not return
home until it has satisfied its taste for your flesh!”
Rath glanced up and left trying to recall the stories his father
told him about his ancestors, and how noble they had been.
He remembered quite clearly what his father had told him.
The LoMet family has always been rather large for Elves, but
they didn’t take the discipline of swordsmanship on; the family
have always been Mages. When Queen XenShr killed and
dethroned the Elven Mage King LoMet-Gath, she ran the rest of
the family out of the palace at the swords edge. Then, the
newly self-crowned Queen, sent her legions after the LoMet
family to kill them all. There were only 2 members that
survived from the family; LoMet-Gath’s 2nd son, LoMet-SenVier
and Gath’s youngest daughter Venea. SenVier went into
hiding in the sacred mountain range Length of Life. There
he waited for 16 years, living off roots, berries and raw meat;
at age 31 he came forth out of the mountains. By then,
Queen XenShr had complete control of the kingdom and was
wrecking havoc throughout. SenVier vowed he would raise up
a posterity to re-take the throne and again establish peace in a
terror torn land. Having returned from the mountains he
first went in search of a wife. SenVier’s wife gave birth
to one son, LoMet-TainLor. TainLor upon reaching 20 left
home and went out in search of the Ancients of Magic, the
mystical art form his family practiced when they Ruled from the
Throne. TainLor spent nearly his entire life studying and
practicing the arts of magic. Then in his old years,
TainLor took to himself a wife and she bore a son, LoMet-Zar.
Zar’s father taught him all he knew about the Ancients of Magic.
Most importantly, TainLor passed on the Oath he received from
his father down to Zar; the oath that was started by SenVier.
The Oath to retake the Throne, and destroy the Wicked
Abomination XenShr. Now, with a dagger that held the
power of 4 generations of magi, Rath carried his families Oath,
onward, ever onward to meet his fate…Queen XenShr! |
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