Island of Adnia: Origins

CHAPTER VIII: THE CHRONIC EXILE (2)

CHAPTER VIII: THE CHRONIC EXILE (2)  

Over the preciousness of their immaculate sky, a mysterious orb floated; emerging from the ground of the reticent forest. The guardians of Adnia where the first to look up, on the outskirts of their balconies; witnessing the horrifying circumference. Puzzled, as they didn´t know what this presence meant. However, the queen of the divine castle could only deduce the malefic presence, coming from a blustery origin. From a sleepless malice. From the son of darkness. From a provenance that sought revenge in the intimacy of his heart; poisoned with negligence since his rejection. From the chosen one, whom had declared war on an instant; he who prostrated arrogant, below the goddess crying eyes.

The maniacal intentions of the God of Plasma came to life, and the queen knew this dishonored energy did not follow its will alone with him. The poisonous power, sprouting from the devilish sphere guided a route; pointed a target, for the creatures the woman feared the most. Showing the fall, disclosing the rebellion; as the trembling gaze of the goddess recognizes the deadly walk of the reborn monstrosities of Sogni, from afar. Displaying slowly over the boundaries of the fief. The kings screamed for defense; announced they were under heavy attack, coming from all sides.  And in the queen´s near vision, she witnessed the image of the prologue to chaos.

    “What have you done?!” shouts Marlina.

    “These are only the consequences of your actions, my queen!” replies Arac. “Or did you thought you would run away from them? This is my kingdom! This is my throne!”

         Amsiret and Marlina leap from the giant opening of the royal chamber, onto the beneath roof. They were placing in front of Arac, but as they fell, the god of plasma released violet currents that created a groove in the roof, making the god of air fall into one of the castle rooms. Marlina pushed herself through the air, and managed to land further ahead, right in front of the evil purple god.

        Rapid movements, and exchanges of noxious electricity, began to intertwine in the confines of the unfortunate roof; as it became the gelid battlefield of the night. An indescribable dwell occurred, upon the uncertainty of the acid rain. They were on top the main library of the manor. The goddess of lightning pushed Arac backsides, with a powerful thunder. The latter tired to block the attack with his staff, when suddenly, amber force emerges from below, fwithin the destroyed library; by the hands of god of air.

   All of a sudden, a luminous enchantment struck the above wielders of power; amidst the ceiling clash. It hits Arac immediately; he was right on the edge of the roof. The powerful impact led him towards the inner square of the castle, falling next to the giant tree, in the middle of the impending war. Throwing them towards the inner plot.

Although involuntarily, the explosion threw the goddess of light to the square too, as she was also near the edge.

  Thus, Marlina fell to the ground, abruptly, as she hits her head strongly. She shook herself, and when she began to regain consciousness, she already had her king by her side; trying to lift her up from despair, only to vividly witness, the greatest tragedy, of all her benevolent times.  

A blazing fire, a mighty flame, quenching the falling love from the kingdom. Unyielding derision and disdain, over the utterly burning night. Unwavering, the merciless of a final battle. Blending in the grievous end. Among the confines of the unlucky towers of the fortress. The sacred tree of after life, covered in heat. Dancing in the name of devil. Displaying as a searing inferno.

"What have you done with my tree ?!" yells Marlina.

"Your tree?" responds Arac, in the distance. “That tree belongs to me! Like this whole tainted empire! But don't you worry, I will tear it down and rebuild it as a worthy one this time!”

    The god of plasma raised his violet staff, above the wind of the scornful night. A purple thunder follows from the storm, guided by the cursed staff; and from it, thousands of flashes rises to the grayish sky, giving the signal of attack to the horrifying creatures that waited in Geordet Forest. The elevated orcs of the swamp, who were on the eve of this signal; the creatures began to scale the enormous walls of the fortress, and although the protective guardians tried to launch dozens of arrows at them, these were shot down by the Solarian Army, who had infiltrated completely; the unleash for a ruthless conquest. The plan of the god plasma, executed perfectly.

      Arac lowered the overloaded staff of purple fire, and launched a lethal attack towards his brother. The king generated a shield of energy, but the radiant spell shattered the shield; striking Amsiret's chest. He flew out the place rapidly, losing himself in the corners of the darkness. The power of the Father of Aravir, was unimaginable.

        Arac raised the staff once again, laughing disturbingly. He recharged his violet power. His dark eyes turned to dark magenta; his heart filled with pain and revenge. He directed his cold, apathetic gaze directly into Marlina's eyes, and pointed the staff towards her. And through it, he emanated the most powerful spell he had ever cast, calling for the death of the Queen of Adnia. She quickly placed her left knee on the ground, as she leaned back slowly. She saw the portentous beam approaching her, and raises her right arm, vehemently. She opened her hand, and the power the evil general collided with the Divine Mirror of Sattara; it deflected the violet power, as it accumulates it in the million flashes around all sides of the woman. And amid the disastrous battle, the woman exclaimed unique words, that arrived beatifically upon her mind.

  ﴾ ITHILIĖM SPECULUM  ﴿ 

      The beam of light was reflected towards Arac, returning the evil spell with all the imaginable forces of this nature; hitting the general´s face directly. Throwing him aggressively towards the trunk of the giant tree, as his body buries vigorously inside of it.

    Marlina turned quickly to where her weakened king was. and reaches him in the middle of the chaotic war. It seemed to be the end.

 “Amsiret, are you okay?! Please, say something!” shouts the queen.

“I'm fine Marlina, but I don't think we can resist any longer.” answers the king.

“No, no, we have to defend ourselves!” exclaims Marlina. “We cannot allow this!”

“It's over, Marlina” replies the king. “Look around you; our own army has betrayed us. Our protectors fall one by one. Our columns are ceasing; our walls are being destroyed. Orcs are trespassing our strongest points, for our fortress, is falling apart.”

   "We can't allow this, Amsiret!" responds the queen. “I will not allow it!”

    “We have no choice. We have to leave, before it's too late.” says the king. “We must choose, the exile.”

   "I'm not going anywhere!" says the goddess. “Not until I see that bastard dead!”

    “You will have your revenge; we will have our revenge,” exclaims the king. “But if we do not save ourselves now, and guide those who have resisted, we will be history, we will become ashes. We must go now!”

The excruciating pain of the kings forced them to the exit; nervous, in the plain forthwith, as they search for their natives, throughout the debris of their castle. They were outnumbered, for the god of plasma, was claiming lordship clearly.

     Henceforth, the kings of Adnia scattered to the outskirts of the fortress; leading their people as best they could. Recollecting the survivors within their home, now covered in flames. They brought down some of Aravir's soldiers, while giving the order of exile along some guardians of the castle, who helped them managed correctly the inevitable escape. They led the detour of the empire into the vicinity of the deep woodland of Disium, heading northbound; hoping to survive. Smoothing their ruin, upon the forest side. As the orcs of the evil lagoons were attempting to the annihilation of the survivors from the wretched kingdom; they had little chance of achieving the retreat, before the presence of the stars wheeling ahead, over a slaughtered firmament.

       Against all odds, the chronic exile was succeeding; albeit at the cost of shedding the blood and honor of their families. Only thirty men, and fifteen women, were able to follow the kings into the lushness of the extensive forest; they crossed an eventful journey, that led them to a set of mangroves where they hide and took refuge. The flag of the Castle of Adnia rise in flames over the heights, as the kings endured the heavy burdens that spread among them. Defeat, ending, despair, agony, helplessness, anguish. Downhill feelings landing in the hearts of all the brave survivors; they had no idea, what would happen next.

Hidden in the depths of the mangroves, the king watched the orcs drifted east, and finally got out of sight. He found temporary relief, as he at the damp ground of the place, defeated.

     Suddenly, the goddess of light approached him; she could hardly walk, for her heavy steps denoted the weariness in her soul.

   "They are gone." exclaims Marlina.

   “So it seems; they followed their steps towards the eastern meadows.” says the king. “We can stay here, and perhaps encourage the people to rebui–

   "There is nothing to rebuild Amsiret!" shouts the queen. “Don´t you see what is happening?! You wanted this, now what?”

  "Well, what do you want me to tell you!" answers the king.  “I am trying to figure this out! I´m searching for a solution!”

    "There's no solution for this, it's over," imposes Marlina. “We have no provisions, we no longer have a home, no longer have a place, no longer have a purpose! Not even one rimerian has passed by, and our kingdom is already in ruins! What are we supposed to do now?!”

     “Marlina, you need to calm down. You talk to me like I'm the one to blame for this.”

    “Well, you are!” answers Marlina, euphoric. “A king never gives up! A king never runs away! We had to fight! We had to stay, and to face him to the end!”

   "To witness our people die?!" asks Amsiret. “To see us surrender to death?! If the kings die, the end of the kingdom will be found upon that fall!”

   "You don't understand, Marlina; that’s just a castle," continues the god of air. “As long as the kings live, the Kingdom of Adnia will live too. I told you already; you will have your revenge. And our counterattack, will start from this moment won.”

“And how do you intend to start your wonderful counterattack?” asks the queen. “Sitting here?”

“I'm going to talk to Elgoneth”

"What does my brother have to do with this?" says Marlina. “Don't you think, if he wanted to help us, he would’ve been there? He has abandoned us! We are alone in this!”

“You don't know what you're saying Marlina.” answers the king.  “Serve your people, and show them your best face, for this indignation of yours, will not do good to anyone.”

     Amsiret rose from the ground. He grabbed his bronze sword, and began to walk into the depths of the endless forest, alone.

   "Where are you going?" asks the queen.

     "Towards the light," replies Amsiret.  “The architect of life is waiting for me.”

     The god of the air crossed some water paths within the forest; in his consciousness, the supreme god was calling him urgently, as he divinely guided the king, to where the god of life was.

      The king wandered for a few moments over the cold lands of the deep greens, until he found a spectrum of radiant light; resting his right arm, on the trunk of a dry tree.

    “Amsiret.” exclaims the spirit.

    “Sir, I´m sorry for the delay,” says Amsiret.  “My thoughts kept tangled. I still can't believe this tragedy.”

    “I can´t believe this treasonous deed either,” says the god of life, “bur our belief is of no use to us anymore. Hold your queen with your right hand, gather your people with a renewed light. Lift their spirits with a strong voice; and henceforth, you’ll crossed the river. You will pass through the northern streams, for sixty days. You’ll go through the coldest forests, and the longest nights; heading towards the northernmost zone of this depraved island. I will grace you along the way with my blessings. Gifts, dressed as fruits and provisions, so that your people ca sustain these days of uncertainty and despair.

“I will divert the walk of the orcs who will try to persecute you, until they find your way.” Continues the god of life. “For their eternal duty will be to eliminate you, and their dark spirits will not cease until they witness your souls fall and decay. Therefore, you must not stop, even if the storm is suffocating. Even if the path seems impossible. And if your faith does not hesitate, the journey will lead you to the near end of the Coast of Sirmallen. Upon them, you will find the ruins of an ancient kingdom, and in there, you will shelter your family, your flag, and your people.”

     "An ancient kingdom?" asks the king. WI thought we were the first fief of this island.”

     "There are things that are made, for not be known,” replies the god of life. “When you get there, I'll explain to you, for this has no relevance now. The crucial move, at this point, is to go there with your people, as soon as you can. We don't have any time left; the Kingdom of Adnia, must survive.”

   "What will happen to Arach? What will happen to our fortress?"

   “When you reach the ruins, and leave your people safe inside, you will go to the mountains,” answers the god of life, “and you’ll find me on the highest plain of this cursed island. There you will find my sacred self-renewed, beatifically incarnated in a mythical beast, for the subversive acts of your brother have awaken the fury of my soul. You shall not face this war alone, and you will witness the trustworthy, supernatural power an Halaver; judger of justice. Eater of all evil rivers, our legendary creature scattered along the forests, hidden among the mountains; dispersed over the yawns of sunrise. The first upon this generation, for my spirit will inhabit in the monster´s self; it will be mine, for I´ll dominate the mind of the colossal being, and then your brother, and all who had followed him, will meet the real suffering. And because they had forsaken their sacred paths, there will be no mercy. Then, the gnashing of teeth will arise. The hidden beasts of Egmeon will finally beget, and with it, I’ll culminate this misfortune, for your brother will meet, the Wrath of Elgoneth.”