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After three days of hard travel, Aislin stood high in the treetops,
staring into the large swamp called the O?che Foraoise. Sitting in the
center of the Wyre forest, legends spoke of its birth at the very moment
of the Sorceress Liadan's death, one last evil bit of magic inflicted
upon the world. True or not, only the foolish ever ventured very far
into it.
In its center, she would find the ruins of Dubh Caisle?n. Not that she
knew its exact location but in her dreams, they showed an ancient road.
From there, it would take her directly to the castle.
Waiting for a bear like creature to pass under the tree, Aislin jumped
from its branches, gliding softly to the ground. Discovering it by
accident the day before, the raven-haired beauty appeared to have gained
some control over the elements.
The ability to jump a little farther than normal or float down from a
tree branch would come in handy during her journey, but if she could
only learn how to fly. The journey to the castle and back would only
take a day at the most. Still she always wondered what it would be like
to be a bird, to fly away from her old life, to be free.
Such fanciful powers were beyond someone like her, though. Only the
greatest of mages, such as the seven master Thaumaturgists who battled
against the Sorceress, had such wonderful gifts. However, even those
mighty mages flew on the backs of powerful elementals. According to the
same stories, only one mage ever had true flight, taking the form of a
great black dragon, the Black Sorceress herself.
Giggling at such a foolish thought, Aislin stepped into the marsh trying
to keep away from the edge of the deeper waters. She couldn't fathom the
shadow creature's intent on having her make such a perilous journey,
much less take it alone. Perhaps it meant to test her abilities, more
than likely the shadow creature just hoped she would end up in some
belly of some monster.
By the end of the third day, moving across the marsh gave her little
trouble. Oddly enough, the creatures that inhabited the swamp started to
give her a wide berth, perhaps perceiving her as some sort of threat.
Not that Aislin understood why. Happily, though, the bugs, which had
found her quite tasty at first, also left her alone.
Finally, by weeks end, the ground began to rise, revealing the start of
the ancient road. Obviously enchanted, as neither time nor the elements
seemed to have damaged the ancient stones, Aislin felt it to be a safe
place to spend the night before heading further into the center of the
O?che Foraoise.
Looking down at herself, Aislin grimaced, before removing her outer
dress, and carefully setting it aside. After stripping off the remaining
filthy layers, she concentrated for a moment before pulling clean water
directly out of the muddy swamp. Although Aislin believed she brought
enough fresh water for the journey, this new skill had made it much
easier to travel. Now if she could only learn how to warm the water.
Satisfied or at least less disgusted with herself, she slipped on a
clean chemise before setting about brushing the dirt off her outer
dress. Call it vanity or whatever; Aislin absolutely refused to enter
the Sorceress' castle totally covered in muck and mire.
With the outer dress somewhat more presentable, she began to make a
place for a small fire off to the side of the road. With care, Aislin
placed several rocks in a circle above a small pit in the ground to
lessen any chance of any fire spreading. Not that she expected such a
thing to happen, however, she knew that she still had to be careful.
For the last few days, the swamp felt as if it was watching her. When
the first fingers of flame burst from the small pile of wood shavings,
Aislin could feel it, like some ancient spirit taking notice. Obviously,
deciding that she meant no harm, it settled back down.
Clean and now with a small cup of redberry tea in hand, Aislin felt more
like herself than she had in the last few days. Her journey appeared to
be coming to an end and whatever fate had in mind for her lay down the
enchanted road.
After cleaning up her campsite, as the sun broke over the horizon the
next day, Aislin thanked the ancient swamp for the company during her
journey. A strange thing to do perhaps but she felt that it appreciated
the gesture. The O?che Foraoise, which had seemed so intimating at
first, no longer felt like a stranger and as she took her first step
towards the castle, she didn't feel as alone.
By midafternoon, Aislin spotted the ruins of a magnificent keep off in
the distance but she knew it to be a trick, an illusion. The King's
Healer could see in her mind, the tall black spires, powerful
battlements and thick walls, all very much intact.
As she drew near, the illusion crumbled revealing a massive structure
black as night. With no entrance or even a window, Aislin searched for
another entrance. Perhaps she did need to learn how to fly after all;
any other way into the Sorceress' Keep seemed unlikely.
Drawing closer, now coming under the shadow of the great black wall, a
wave of fear washed over her, almost causing her to panic. Stopping for
a moment to catch her breath, Aislin gritted her teeth. Difficult at
first, she took one-step forward than another, understanding that the
fear came from the castle.
Immediately, like the illusionary ruins, the fear vanished. With another
one of the castle's defenses defeated, an archway appeared right in
front of Aislin. Deciding that she would have to enter the Keep anyway,
and having little desire to spend another night in the swamp, Aislin
passed under the archway only to see it vanish behind her.
"Good day to you Milady, welcome to Dubh Caisle?n."
The King's Healer jumped back, so intent on looking for an exit, she
almost ran over the diminutive greeter.
"Thank you." Surprised not to be confronted by the beast as soon as she
entered the castle, Aislin realized that the woman was not human.
"Oh, you're a gnome."
Barely coming up to her waist, dressed in a simple browns and greens,
the small woman's clothing wouldn't be out of place in Lord Kevin's
castle. Still, Aislin would have been surprised to find a servant with
sharp pointing ears and dark brown almond shaped eyes strolling about.
"Yes Milady, if you will come with me."
Trying hard not to stare, she had read stories of elementals such as
gnomes taking human looking form. She just never expected to actually
meet one.
"Aislin...my name is Aislin."
"Very well, Milady Aislin."
As the two walked down a long hallway, the King's Healer studied the
black walls. Unlike Lord Kelvin's cattle, Dubh Caisle?n seemed to be
crafted from a single piece of stone. It came as no surprise that it
bore a similar appearance to the one in which the villagers had
unearthed many weeks before.
One would also expect the corridors of a black castle to be dark,
however a warm light, seemingly to come from inside the stone itself,
kept its corridors well lit.
"It almost feels like crystal," Aislin mumbled, touching a wall with her
hand.
"Milady, this is your room." The small figure came to a sudden halt,
once again almost causing Aislin to run into her.
Through an open archway, she found several comfortable looking chairs,
numerous beautiful tapestries and a small round table covered with cakes
and drinks. Resisting the urge to throw herself into one of the chairs,
Aislin turned around to thank the woman, only to find the door had
vanished.
"Guess I'm a prisoner."
"Milady, a bath is prepared for you."
Spinning back around, Aislin found two more gnomes standing near a new
opening that had appeared on the black wall.
"A bath sounds lovely; however this is not really what I expected when I
entered the castle."
The two looked at one another for a moment, and then turned away. "This
way please."
Seeing that she wasn't going to get any answers, Aislin followed.
The new room appeared to be quite spacious dominated by a large stone
bath built into the floor. Walking forward with a smile, Aislin sat down
and ran her hands through the water, feeling its warmth. With her new
senses, she could feel the heat source deep underneath the castle.
Moments later, ignoring Aislin's objections, the two gnome women quickly
disrobed her, put her in the bath then disappeared with her clothes.
Embarrassed about being undressed by the two gnomes and having to reveal
her odd-looking body, Aislin closed her eyes and tried to relax.
At least they were polite enough not to say anything, even going so far
to fill the air with a flowery scent that settled ones nerves. Although
she believed she knew what lay ahead, Aislin decided to enjoy the
moment.
Sometime later, the two gnome women seemed to return. Noticing something
different about them, Aislin smiled. "Oh you two are different from the
ones from before."
Stepping backwards, the two gnomes looked a little frightened before
helping Aislin out of the bath. "Come Milady; let us dress you for this
evening."
"What is going to be happening to me this evening, may I ask?"
"You have been invited to dine with the current master of the castle."
Aislin nodded, stranger and stranger, so far no battle to the death, no
contest of wills. Did the shadow creature normally bathe and feed its
victims?
"Has the master of the castle had others dine with him recently?"
"No Milady, you are the first."
Moved into a large bedroom, the two women quickly dried her off before
helping her put on a clean chemise. Once again, Aislin felt embarrassed
about her body but the gnome women didn't seem to care.
"Oh, this is lovely." Aislin admired the clothing laid out on the bed.
Even her mother's clothes did not appear as well made.
Soon the gnomes went about their work, dressing Aislin for the evening
meal. Although she didn't mind the under gown which had close fitting
sleeves, tight fitted around the wrists. Aislin wasn't too happy with
the corset.
Now in a wide black skirt, the gnomes slipped on a short midnight blue
and silver embroidered jacket. With the inside covered in silk, the
outside had small pearls woven into the fabric. The two gnome women were
far from finished, working on Aislin's hair, somehow adding more to its
length, while fastening small silver jewelry to her braids.
"Well, at least I will be well dressed," Aislin said thinking macabre
thoughts before smiling at the two gnomes. "Thank you both."
The gnomes looked puzzled for a moment, and then bowed before
disappearing directly into the castle walls.
Now finding herself alone, Aislin couldn't help but admire the dress.
How strange, only a few months before she wouldn't have thought about
wearing such clothing, now she wouldn't wear anything else. Gliding back
into the sitting room, she didn't have long to admire her new shoes
either before confronted by four well-armed gnomes.
Dressed in heavy mail and half plate, these diminutive warriors looked
to be even more dangerous than either Nevan or Miles.
"If you please Milady Aislin, our master is waiting." The gnome's voice
was strong, deep sounding like it came from far beneath the ground.
"I see, may I ask who your master is?"
The gnome stared at her for a moment, before answering. "The Prince."
Walking down the black hallways, Aislin reflected that the Sorceress
castle felt like a donjon rather than a place where people lived. With
no windows, no opening to see the sun, she felt cut off from the outside
world.
Passing through another large corridor, the group passed underneath a
large archway and into a brightly lit banquet all. All along the walls,
banners were displayed of city-states and nations long forgotten.
At the end of the long banquet table garbed all in black, stood the
beast. As he approached, Aislin prepared to do battle but instead the
silver haired man gave her a slight bow and kissed on the hand.
"It's good to see you again, Aislin. You may call me Prince Sc?th."
Shadow in the old tongue, how appropriate, she thought. "I did not quite
expect this level of hospitality upon entering the castle of the Black
Sorceress, your Highness."
Smiling, he motioned for Aislin to take a seat. "I see no reason for
this meeting to become unpleasant."
"I see." Not that she actually trusted the creature, but talking was
always better than fighting.
"In fact, I hoped you and I are able to come to terms but first, let us
eat. You will find that there are many advantages to living in Dubh
Caisle?n."
"I hadn't planned on living here."
"Yes, we shall talk about that later."
Waving his hand the table, which had been empty, began to change. A long
tablecloth appeared, settling down neatly followed by a beautiful
crystal centerpiece in the shape of flying birds. Plates of gold
followed soon afterwards.
Not used to such lavish displays, Aislin wasn't sure what to make of
this Prince. In her dreams, he threatened to imprison her in the dream
world. If she didn't know better, the creature seemed to be courting
her.
Perhaps it expected overwhelm her by such opulence but she refused to
let her guard down. The creature had threatened to imprison her; it had
slain over a dozen girls and had inflicted a horror upon Lord Kelvin's
lands.
Course after course soon followed, seasoned stag, civet of hare, stuff
chicken and numerous wines and breads. Meat pies filled with deer, eggs
and pigeon covered the table. At the end, berries from the south along
with clotted cr?me and cheese.
A Kings banquet for two, Aislin couldn't eat even a third of what the
elemental servants placed on the table.
"Do you normally feed your victims?"
A half smile formed on the Prince's lips as he sipped from a golden
goblet filled with distilled wine.
"No."
"As much as I appreciate the meal, considering what I have eaten for the
last week and to put it as delicately as possible, why am I here?"
Leaning back, the creature nodded. "Let me tell you a story. Not far
from where we are sitting now, two girls were born, twins. R?alta the
oldest by only a few breaths, was fair in complexions and hair as black
as night. Her sister, Liadan had hair like the sun and a disposition to
match."
Aislin looked confused; she had never heard that the Sorceress had a
sister. Stories also told that originally she had been named the Black
Sorceress because of her hair.
The Prince raised his hand before Aislin could voice a question. "Let me
tell the tale, I will answer all questions afterwards."
"Yes, sorry, please continue."
With a nod and a sip of the distilled wine, he continued. "Now back in
those days, when a midwife notices a child with certain marks or are
shall we say looks different, they do not allow the child to take its
first breath.
Both these twin girls had such marks however the midwife in question was
the best friend of the mother. Fearing for her daughter's lives, as her
husband would take matters into his own hands, she pleaded for her
friend to take the children away.
Now leaving a village for the unknown was no small task and although I
don't know the details, both twins would prosper under the care of the
midwife.
It should have not been surprising to learn that before both girls were
out of swaddling clothes, they began to interact with the elementals
around them. Simple things at first, a look, a smile, but when items
began to move by themselves around the cottage, it caused problems.
Unfortunately, this required their guardian to move to another village
on a number of occasions.
By the time the two girls learned to walk, they could hide their gifts.
Although, at times the two of them had problems speaking to adults as
they considered them their equals, or betters.
At the first blossom of womanhood, their lives would change. Kyra, their
protector who they always called Aunt was killed in a raid. She had been
waiting for the birth of a warlord's child and stayed with the mother
while the father and his sons went off to war. The girls were in the
forest, gathering herbs that would help ease the pregnancy when the raid
happened.
Allies of the Warlord supposedly, burned down the camp and killed
everyone inside. Of course, Kyra never left the pregnant woman's side,
and she died along with her."
Aislin held her breath as the Prince took another cup of wine from
unseen hands.
"Now R?alta, she always had a bit of a temper but poor Liadan went mad
with grief. Most likely, the more powerful of the two, although I
personally wouldn't want to get in the middle of them, she reached into
the Spirit Realm with her anger and grief and found a Prince of their
kind. Bound him without a thought and sent him against those who killed
their Aunt."
"The warriors?" Aislin asked.
"Every last one of them, but R?alta kept her from ordering the Prince to
do more. She had seen this before, armies marching across, pillaging,
raping, and killing without reason and wanted no part of it."
The beast smiled. "I see that you know the rest?"
"The Sorceress came upon a Warlord of great promise and said if he would
follow her, she would give him great power. From there, she gathered
more warlords and eventually built her Kingdom."
"Yes, that's mostly true."
"But I have never heard of a sister."
"Well it was a long time ago but there was one, although story tellers
mix the two women often enough. I suppose by now they are one person,
but there were always two of them."
"What does this have to do with me?" Aislin frowned.
"What Liadan didn't know, R?alta had a vision about her Aunt's death
many weeks before. She was also the one who insisted that the two of
them go into the woods in look for plants."
"So she allowed her Aunt to be killed?"
"R?alta explained that if this hadn't come to pass, then there would
have been terrible consequences. Liadan acted as if she too was
betrayed, leaving with the Warlord's army to create her Kingdom; for she
too had a vision while delving so deeply into the Sprit Realm that the
two of them must separate for a time.
R?alta wandered the lands, healing those who were ill. In time she found
another like her, made her an apprentice and sent her off to be the
healer of other villages."
"Wise Woman," Aislin said surprised. "Then what about all of the stories
about the Black Sorceress stealing girls??
The beat laughed. ?Foolish story but typical, R?alta had after some time
reunited with her sister, who now stood on the throne. The two realized
that they needed to somehow protect others like them.?
?So they just went to a village and took the children away??
?Sometime taken right out of the hands of those who were planning on
murdering the child, so yes. Aislin, don?t tell me that practice has
stopped??
The King?s Healer started to object but only shook her head. It still
happened, especially in the southern kingdoms.
?I won?t bore you with the stories you heard all of your life, how the
Black Sorceress had conquered the free lands, inflicting harm upon the
good people. And that the captains, who wanted freedom, rose up to
defeat the evil Queen.?
?That?s not what happened?? Aislin had always enjoyed those stories of
heroic deeds, often place herself by the side of one of the Kings.
?Not quite, oh there were battles, but we will get into that a little
later. No, she decided to dismantle her own kingdom.?
Aislin sat back a little; the creature had suddenly crushed the golden
cup in his hands. Seeing what he had done, he bowed his head.
"Apologies my dear, see Liadan had a vision of a great darkness coming,
a devourer which would despoil all the lands.?
?From the north.? Aislin whispered. Looking up, she could see the Prince
looking directly into her eyes.
?You are the one.?
?Who??
?Liadan?s heir.?
Aislin almost stood up almost in a panic; she couldn?t be the heir to
the Black Sorceress. ?I?m nothing like her, I don?t covet power. I don?t
want to rule anyone.?
?I believe she said the same thing.?
?I can?t be,? Aislin whispered.
The Prince raised his hand once more. ?If you let me continue, perhaps
it will answer a few more of your questions.?
Aislin nodded, reaching for a golden cup of the distilled wine, she
downed half of it before realizing what she was going. While Aislin
caught her breath, Prince Sc?th continued.
?Liadan understood that if she still remained in power when the darkness
came, all would be lost. Knowing that, she prepared this place for her
successor, a last holdout against the darkness. Here she placed all of
her knowledge, all of her wisdom, so when the time came, her successor
would be ready.?
?So they didn?t attack her? What about the hero Cuthian and his
companions who slew the red dragon of Malikar at the very gates of the
Sorceress castle??
?Who??
Aislin made a face. ?Or what about the seven master Thaumaturgists who
battled against the Black Sorceress??
?Never existed.?
Aislin sighed; tales of her childhood were all just stories. However,
the last one must be true.
?How about the love story between Oisin and Enya??
She always held this love story in a secret place in her heart. The
mysterious enchantress Enya and great warrior captain Oisin met for the
first time, when she saved him from certain death as he faced the
terrible beast called Ollph?ist. Not that she would tell anyone but she
always thought that a young girl rescuing a warrior made a much better
story.
Afterwards, the wise Enya and the strong Oisin, along with six other
great captains would defeat the Black Sorceress? greatest Generals. With
her defeated, Oisin would be crowned High King, with Enya as his bride.
The other Captains would later become the rulers of the first nations.
?Well that story or parts of it anyway are true. Understand, as Liadan
was too busy to pay attention to her kingdom, she needed to make sure
that the right leaders would take control.?
Aislin thought for a moment. ?You?re telling me that R?alta became Enya
the Wise??
?Of course, neither sister was going to leave anything to chance.?
?So who did these Captains fight??
Prince Sc?th laughed. ?Why each other of course, well the weaker ones of
course. Liadan knew which leaders needed to take power, and R?alta made
sure that it happened.?
?So did R?alta really become Oisin?s Queen??
The bards told tales of their beautiful wedding, and of a love that
continued to touch people even in her own time. Rulers have always tried
to compare themselves with Oisin and every Queen wishes to be as wise as
Enya.
?Yes, and you my dear Aislin are a distant child of that union.?
Aislin looked down at her plate. That couldn?t be true, she wasn?t that
special.
?So who sealed you away, Prince Sc?th? Who placed you in that black
rock??
The beast growled. ?It was Liadan who sealed me knowing the stone would
only appear when the heir started to come to her power. She also
commanded me to bring the heir to her.
?Then you must have known those girls you killed were not the heir, why
did you take them?? The King?s Healer looked up, directly into the eyes
of the beast.
?They all had the gift to some degree. What I needed from them was that
power, which I used to make ready this fortress for your return.?
The two stared at one another for a moment, and then Aislin said. ?You
didn?t need their power, did you??
?Why should I waste my powers on such a mundane task when there were
others who served the purpose better??
?And the curse? From what you have told me of both Liadan and R?alta,
they would never have done such a thing.?
?Don?t be too sure, the Black Sorceress as you call her was more than
capable if she determined it would be for the better. But you are right,
I needed to find the heir quickly and what better way to find her, a
curse that only she could cure.?
?So many lives,? she whispered. ?Why didn?t you find me sooner??
?Because like Liadan and her sister you possess the ability to hide your
true power; even now, I can tell that you have the gift but not your
strength. In fact, you only made it possible when you created that ward
around your cottage. It was only a matter of time before I determined
between you and the other girl, who was the heir.?
The beast leaned back on his chair. ?However, as much as I believe that
you are Liadan?s heir, only she has the ability to take control of this
fortress.?
?What do you mean?? Aislin looked around; she didn?t have any idea how
to take control of such a fortress, much less command the elementals
that dwelled in it.
?Lets us continue this conversation in the morning. It is getting late
and you are weary from travel. Besides, I still have a few minor tasks
to perform.?
As the Prince began to escort her across the room, Aislin asked. ?So
your Highness, what happens if I am the heir??
The Prince gave a half smile before kissing her hand. ?The fortress and
all in it is yours to command.?
?Including you??
The beast laughed. ?Yes, including me.?
?And let?s say I am not the heir??
Prince Sc?th gave the raven-haired beauty a slight bow, before passing
her off to her gnome escort. ?Well then, I shall send you home.?
Aislin walked out of the hall, well aware that if she wasn?t Liadan?s
heir, she would never leave the fortress alive.
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