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sparkindarknessI'm still hacking on with this. I'm really not sure I like this story arc. I can see where it's going but only vaguely. All the details are all... mixed and screwy. I like it not *thwaps*. Maybe I've been spending too much time on Spark in Darkness and not enough with the others
This is another prequel, back when Kyernath last ravaged the world.
Oh, I've also brought the memories archive up to date.
The stones trembled with power. The very sky seemed to twist and shine oddly. Winds whipped the grass into strange and unnatural patterns and ethereal voices whispered half heard in their ears. The bright sunlight shone into halos around the casting Camaalis and arced like lightening between them and the stones.
He watched with his mouth open. He couldn’t imagine that much power in one place. It seemed impossible that such power could exist, doubly so that these 9 people could wield such power.
“What are they doing?” The young man whispered, his voice barely heard over the throb of power in the air.
“We fight, lad. War’s looming more and more, we need to remind some people on the continent that Camaalis is to be left alone.” Aidan rumbled, his brow furrowing even with the awe in his eyes.
“We’re under attack?” The lad’s voice broke in shock.
Aidan shook his head slowly. “No. not yet. Not here, at any rate, though we fight beyond the ocean in the New World. No, ‘tis the land that faces the threat. Our land is torn by strife as people fight over how they should pray.” Aidan snorted irritably. “It makes us look weak, foreign kings look for a way in.”
“Are they using magic against these kings?” The boy gasped, eyes going still wider.
Aidan put a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder, though his gaze was fixed on the flow of power in front of him. “Nay lad. We care little which king rules so long as Camaalis retains its due and the land is undisturbed. However they pray, it is to the cross and not something we concern ourselves with. But there are magicians on the mainland who think they spy an opportunity – even magicians on the isles themselves who would forward themselves to Camaalis’ detriment in these troubled times. We cannot allow that.”
The boy returned to staring at the waves of power. They towered into the sky, reaching outwards, building up to send fine tendrils over fast distances. He chewed his lip thoughtfully and asked “what magic are they doing? It looks… dangerous.”
Aidan pulled his eyes away from the swirl of power, now streaming to the south, to look at the boy. “It is dangerous, lad. For those it’s directed at, anyway. Most weapons are I’m afraid.”
“Weapon? This will hurt people?” The boy sounded quite shocked.
Aidan allowed a brief, sad smile to flit across his face. “That is usually the point of weapons, lad. I fear the damage from this will be large and widespread – a message that will appear in many areas of the known world to display the might and power of Camaalis to those who think we are weak.”
“Using magic as a weapon.” The boy said, seemingly lost in thought. “I thought that was terrible, wrong, evil. Death is the ultimate action and has the ultimate consequences.”
Aidan nodded, smiling that his lesson was remembered. “It is. Which is why we should never embrace death casually. Camaalis has come to this decision through careful thought and deep reflection. We take this heavy duty and dire decision with a keenly honed mind and unclouded eyes.”
“So you’ve looked at the consequences and they’re better than not killing?” The youth asked, still frowning.
Aidan pursed his lips, carefully analysing the young Sorcerer. “True, but it is a hard decision to make. You cannot allow your emotions or your instincts to rule you. Only pure thought can make such a decision - remember that. No matter what the situation may seem on first sight, you cannot trust your emotions and your instincts - only thought and reason will guide you truly, lad.”
The boy turned back to look as the power speared out. He could feel the echo of the death and the destruction being wrought so far away through this spell. “Decisions of Death and dire import can only be made by the mind. I must never listen to my heart and instincts, only reason may guide my path,” he whispered, half to himself.
Aidan nodded encouragingly, only half seen by the youth.
“My heart will never rule my head.” The boy whispered again, eyes staring across the vast difference to where foreign magicians faced the might of Camaalis.
This is another prequel, back when Kyernath last ravaged the world.
Oh, I've also brought the memories archive up to date.
The stones trembled with power. The very sky seemed to twist and shine oddly. Winds whipped the grass into strange and unnatural patterns and ethereal voices whispered half heard in their ears. The bright sunlight shone into halos around the casting Camaalis and arced like lightening between them and the stones.
He watched with his mouth open. He couldn’t imagine that much power in one place. It seemed impossible that such power could exist, doubly so that these 9 people could wield such power.
“What are they doing?” The young man whispered, his voice barely heard over the throb of power in the air.
“We fight, lad. War’s looming more and more, we need to remind some people on the continent that Camaalis is to be left alone.” Aidan rumbled, his brow furrowing even with the awe in his eyes.
“We’re under attack?” The lad’s voice broke in shock.
Aidan shook his head slowly. “No. not yet. Not here, at any rate, though we fight beyond the ocean in the New World. No, ‘tis the land that faces the threat. Our land is torn by strife as people fight over how they should pray.” Aidan snorted irritably. “It makes us look weak, foreign kings look for a way in.”
“Are they using magic against these kings?” The boy gasped, eyes going still wider.
Aidan put a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder, though his gaze was fixed on the flow of power in front of him. “Nay lad. We care little which king rules so long as Camaalis retains its due and the land is undisturbed. However they pray, it is to the cross and not something we concern ourselves with. But there are magicians on the mainland who think they spy an opportunity – even magicians on the isles themselves who would forward themselves to Camaalis’ detriment in these troubled times. We cannot allow that.”
The boy returned to staring at the waves of power. They towered into the sky, reaching outwards, building up to send fine tendrils over fast distances. He chewed his lip thoughtfully and asked “what magic are they doing? It looks… dangerous.”
Aidan pulled his eyes away from the swirl of power, now streaming to the south, to look at the boy. “It is dangerous, lad. For those it’s directed at, anyway. Most weapons are I’m afraid.”
“Weapon? This will hurt people?” The boy sounded quite shocked.
Aidan allowed a brief, sad smile to flit across his face. “That is usually the point of weapons, lad. I fear the damage from this will be large and widespread – a message that will appear in many areas of the known world to display the might and power of Camaalis to those who think we are weak.”
“Using magic as a weapon.” The boy said, seemingly lost in thought. “I thought that was terrible, wrong, evil. Death is the ultimate action and has the ultimate consequences.”
Aidan nodded, smiling that his lesson was remembered. “It is. Which is why we should never embrace death casually. Camaalis has come to this decision through careful thought and deep reflection. We take this heavy duty and dire decision with a keenly honed mind and unclouded eyes.”
“So you’ve looked at the consequences and they’re better than not killing?” The youth asked, still frowning.
Aidan pursed his lips, carefully analysing the young Sorcerer. “True, but it is a hard decision to make. You cannot allow your emotions or your instincts to rule you. Only pure thought can make such a decision - remember that. No matter what the situation may seem on first sight, you cannot trust your emotions and your instincts - only thought and reason will guide you truly, lad.”
The boy turned back to look as the power speared out. He could feel the echo of the death and the destruction being wrought so far away through this spell. “Decisions of Death and dire import can only be made by the mind. I must never listen to my heart and instincts, only reason may guide my path,” he whispered, half to himself.
Aidan nodded encouragingly, only half seen by the youth.
“My heart will never rule my head.” The boy whispered again, eyes staring across the vast difference to where foreign magicians faced the might of Camaalis.
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