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Aislin's mind wandered while the two gnome women got her ready for bed.
Too many things she didn't understand, which included almost everything
that had come from the creature's mouth, swirled around in her head.
Well before she met the Prince in her dreams, Aislin had started to be
able to tell when someone lied to her. Unfortunately, the beast had been
either truthful, which seemed unlikely, or she just couldn't read him.
However, whatever he might have said to her during the feast, whatever
the Prince had planned, he would make sure it would solely benefit him.
In addition, could she actually be the lost decedent of the Black
Sorceress and her sister, if there were actually two of them? However,
the story felt right. From what the Prince said, while one sister created
a Kingdom, the second walked the lands training those with power. Aislin
first thought had been Wise Women, not because she believed the
creature's story but because it also felt right.
Remembering the fate that befell them, at least sending healers off as
Wise Women, and others standing by the side of the powerful captains,
perhaps those with the gift would become a little more accepted. But
Aislin also knew that being in such positions, they would be considered
the eyes and ears of the Black Sorceress. Very little would have taken
place in the realm without it coming back to the Black Sorceress. Did the
captains and villages not understand that?
Aislin would have thought at the first sign of trouble, those with the
gift would have been attacked but that didn't take place. In fact, from
the many legends and stories written, the Healers, Thaumaturgists and the
others actually battled the Black Sorceress and her minions. Of course,
that had to have been part of the twin's plan. Still, even with those
stories, society still had a long way to go before simply accepting
people like Aislin.
Suddenly without warning, the King's Healer stood on a large hill,
overlooking a valley leading into the very depths of what she believed to
be the Kaltur Mountains. Stripped of all vegetation, the valley before
her seemed empty, totally void of all life. Some terrible magics must
have taken place here.
To her left and right, Knights and men-at-arms stood silently in
formation, all under different banners. Some coats-of-arms were familiar
but the majority were not.
As she watched, the banners began to change, along with the troops
underneath them. From cavalry to infantry, from heavily armored soldiers
to warriors wearing nothing but blue tattoos, all appeared beside her.
Warriors from all across the lands joined those soldiers from her own.
Heavily armored Milites from the south, Troda? Housecarls from across the
ocean, and even contingents of several famous mercenary companies, took
place in line.
Even the lords and captains, who led the troops, disappeared replaced by
others. All of it changing, nothing seemed fixed, except for the
location. That remained a constant.
The King's Healer had a sudden feeling that all the deeds accomplished by
the Black Sorceress and her sister had been so the lands could face the
darkness in strength. Long range plans indeed.
Blinking her eyes several times, Aislin found herself back in her
bedroom. How much time had passed? The two gnome women were only now
putting her clothes away. So it had only been a moment, perhaps no longer
than it took to blink.
Taking a seat on the bed, she continued to contemplate the day's events,
when she noticed for the first time that each of the gnomes wore a small
brass chain around the neck.
The chains didn't really look right though, not moving as if they were
actually part of the women's bodies. Aislin even recognized that the
guards also wore something similar embedded upon their breastplates.
"Can I ask a question?"
The two gnome women finished putting away the King's Healers garb stepped
forward.
"How may we help you?"
"What are those chains for?"
One of the gnomes looked down, laying her hand on the simple chain.
"Symbols of our bond."
"Your bond?" Aislin then realized that although the two gnomes took human
shape, they were elementals after a fashion. "You can't leave the
castle."
"No, like the sprites who keep the air clean, and the salamanders that
warm its interior, we were summoned when the Keep took form. Their
purpose, like ours, is to serve its owner."
Aislin felt uncomfortable knowing that the creatures of the Keep were
nothing more than slaves. Even in her own lands, there were those who
became indebted to someone, often through no fault of their own. They
would have to work off that debt before they could be freed but this
wasn't the same thing.
Eternal slavery; but that didn't sound right, when Thaumaturgists died,
she thought the bounds were broken and the creature returned to their own
lands. Did that mean the Black Sorceress had not died or perhaps another
power kept the gnomes prisoner?
"Like the Prince."
One of the gnomes gave a small laugh. "No, he is like us, waiting for our
true Master to return."
So, if it wasn't the Prince, perhaps the castle's magics were powerful
enough to keep them bound. A terrifying thought.
"What would you do if you were free?"
"Free?" The two gnomes looked at one another, then shrugged before
disappearing in the walls "Good night, Milady."
With even more on her mind, sleep would not be coming to her tonight. She
knew that. With a small laugh, Aislin sat back in bed and tried to relax.
If part of her slipped into the Spirit Realm, she could do without sleep
for a number of days. Oh, she would pay for it if she did it too long but
for now, just curling up under the blankets felt nice. As Aislin prepared
for the long night ahead, she missed one thing above all, Macha lying
next to her.
Several hours before sunrise, the King's Healer watched with amusement as
a dozen well-armored gnomes marched through her bedroom walls before
coming to a sudden halt. The decision to dress an hour before had
apparently been the correct one.
Gently setting down the book she had brought in her healers bag, Aislin
smiled. "A good morning to you, I assume you have come to escort me to
the Prince."
Although the guards looked startled at her appearance, a number of them
had small smiles on their faces.
"Good Morning, Milady Aislin, as you have guessed, the Prince requires
your presence."
Aislin shook her head as the gnome warriors quickly surrounded her.
Unnecessary, but perhaps the Prince thought she planned on escaping. As
she hadn't quite learned the trick of passing through walls, that wasn't
going to happen. Perhaps the beast didn't actually know what powers she
possessed.
She almost stumbled at that thought. The Prince didn't know at
all what powers she could call upon. But what did it think she could do?
Just because she knew that she needed to be dressed before her gnome
escort arrived didn't mean she could escape or even battle the Prince.
"I know it's still a few hours before dawn, but could we go someplace
where I can get something to eat first?"
"Milady, can you feel the sunrise through the walls?" The leader of her
escort asked.
"Well yes, it's not that unusual for someone who has a touch of power is
it?"
"More than a touch of power." Aislin overheard one of the guards behind
her mumble.
"I'm sorry Milady Aislin. The Prince has requested you to be brought
directly to him. As he knew you would ask, he told me to inform you that
the ritual must begin before the sunrise, and on an empty stomach."
Aislin frowned, that didn't make a bit of sense. All magic required
power, even coming from an external source would tax the person casting
it. Food gave extra energy and eating afterwards helped replenish what
was lost.
The raven-haired beauty wondered if the gnomes had orders to drag her out
of bed, without being allowed to dress. Although walking around in a
chemise didn't really disturb her, it might have caused others undue
distress. Luckily, she had only dozed, getting out of bed hours before.
"No matter, I'm curious what the Prince has in store for me today."
Aislin realized she had spoken the truth.
As she and her escort continued down the long hallways, Aislin knew they
were taking her beneath the castle. Even after waking up several flights
of stairs, she knew their true direction never changed.
Perhaps the strange hallways and corridors happened to be another one of
the castle's defenses. Aislin knew she could find her way back to her
room without help, but the layout of the Black Sorceress' Keep would give
any attacker a fit. Then again, any attacker would actually have to make
it into the castle in the first place. That seemed unlikely.
Her journey appeared to come to an end as the group stepping in to a
small room covered with a mosaic of colored stones. Aislin smiled,
noticing that the stones actually formed a great map of the realm.
The picture ran all along the walls, showing places she never had heard
of from mountains in the north, covered in ice and snow, to what appeared
to be deserts far to the south. Even the ocean, made of small bluish
green stones covered part of a wall.
Smiling, Aislin quickly found her village and Lord Kelvin's castle. How
strange, why didn't the map depict the lands during the reign of the
Sorceress? As Aislin ran her hands over the Wyre forest, made of
different colored green stones, she stopped.
The Prince now stood in the center of the room with smile on his face,
which quickly disappeared. The raven-haired beauty found it fascinating,
the emotions that played over the beast's face. First confusion, then
anger, then what looked like actual fear.
"Good morning to you, Aislin. I hope that you slept well." The Prince
gave a small bow before giving a murderous look at the guards, who all
took a step back.
"On and off really, I was glad that my escort arrived when it did. I was
getting a little bored." The gnomes looked at Aislin for a moment but
didn't say anything. She saw no need for them to get into trouble on her
account.
"I see." The Prince walked up, reaching above her head to press his hand
on a small stone in the center of the Wyre forest. Behind her an archway
appeared.
"Follow me; we don't have a lot of time before the sunrise, so we must
complete the ritual before then."
Noticing the guards had vanished, Aislin followed the Prince down a small
flight of circular stairs. "What do you mean by a ritual?"
"The ritual that will allow you to become mistress of the castle of
course."
Aislin stopped as the Prince entered a small round room, feeling as if
she now stood directly under the center of the castle. However, what
Aislin felt above all was power. The King's Healer could feel it seeping
into her bones.
Surprised at first that the power didn't burst into the room above,
Aislin discovered hundreds of wards covering the room. Layers, upon
layers like an intricate spider web of power.
"What now?"
The creature smiled, now he would get his revenge. A mere mortal had
dared to bind him as if he were a simple elemental. Afterwards Liadan had
even sealed him away in the black stone knowing the havoc he would rain
on the land when she vanished. The Prince still intended to do just that.
Ironically, the form of his vengeance came out of the mouths of those who
enslaved him.
The Prince understood Aislin and Liadan's visions. Beyond the edge of
existence, a powerful darkness roamed, a destroyer of worlds. He would
open a gateway into this world in which the darkness would pour out of
and onto the land absorbing all magic, all life as if it were nothing
more than a tasty meal. Nothing would be left alive. Only Aislin stood in
his way, a child who still had not shown any real power.
"You see the small golden circle in the center of the room. Just step
upon it, Aislin. If you are the mistress of the castle, we will know
quickly enough. If not, then I will open another doorway and you can make
your way home."
"So, if I fail, will you still continue your search?"
Aislin still doubted she would be leaving the room alive if she did not
take control of the Keep. Something about the Prince had changed. The way
he held himself, the way he talked as if he was ready to do battle. She
knew it might just come down to that but what could she actually do?
"I have no choice, however; I feel that you are the one that Liadan
foretold."
Nodding, Aislin took a deep breath then stepped upon the golden circle.
Feeling nothing, she turned. "Doesn't seem...."
The wards surrounding the room collapsed, falling upon themselves. Like a
blanket, they wrapped themselves around Aislin. She could feel warmth, as
if her mother held her close. Then suddenly a lifetime of knowledge began
to pour into her.
The Prince waited for that very movement before he began to move. Aislin
would never be more vulnerable. Although the beast didn't exactly
understand what magics were taking place, it knew that she wouldn't be
able to defend herself properly.
When the Prince found that it also couldn't move, he began to howl. How
had that troublesome mortal throughout all of the centuries understood
what he would do given the chance? Could she have actually had a vision
of his betrayal, ensnaring him in her trap as if he was a small animal?
Nevertheless, as powerful as her magics might have been, she wasn't
present, only the remains of her ancient magics kept him in place. If he
could just force his way through the intricate web that surrounded him,
he would still have a chance.
Unfortunately, as much as he struggled, the Prince still could not move.
In fact, the more he fought, the more the trap tightened around him.
Looking up, the powerful creature almost stumbled back in fear. A ghostly
presence had wrapped its arms around Aislin, seemingly whispering in her
ear.
Looking up, their eyes met. "Liadan?"
The ghostly presence smiled before turning back to Aislin.
Impossible, the Prince continued to push at the webs, looking for a weak
point. When released from his stone prison, he wondered why he and the
others had not been set free upon Liadan's death. As expected, the Black
Sorceress had never truly died, a small part of her continued to live on
inside the castle.
As the Prince struggled in front of her, Aislin tried to understand the
information that poured into her but found it impossible. Only the
motherly presence holding her close kept her sane. As each wave of
knowledge rolled over her body, she could feel something deep insider her
change.
The Prince shield his eyes, as Aislin's clothes fell away, the ashes
falling like snow as she began to burn with a pure white light. Rising
from the ground, still in the arms of the ghostly presence, the human's
body began to change as well. Slowly she took the form that she should
have taken in birth, a body that now radiated with its own power.
Growling, the Prince knew why he had never been able to feel her
presence, some greater power had been protecting her. Who had cast such
powerful magic? Only one other person should have been capable and that
one should be long centuries dead.
The creature howled, realizing that its plans were now thwarted.
Slowly Aislin could felt more like herself, but then again so unlike
herself. She smiled, understanding what had just taken place. What a
simple thing to feel complete.
As the web of magic fell away, so too did the warmth that protected her,
but she could still feel its presence deep inside the Keep. With her mind
now full of knowledge, Aislin was actually having difficulty sorting
through her own memories. She felt like some sort of large puzzle with
its parts scattered about in her mind. It would take time to sort out the
new knowledge from her own, but one piece she needed now.
As Aislin settled back to the ground, the Prince felt the troublesome
bonds fall away. He understood that there would be no other chances for
him to get his revenge but standing before him was not the simple half-
girl he brought into the room.
Garbed in a long white dress, the raven-haired beauty now in the full
blossom of womanhood oozed with power. She looked at him and said one
word.
"Submit"
Thaumaturgists often wrote that the binding of a creature from the Spirit
Realm actually took very little magic. The summoning itself took much
more. What it did take was the will of those involved.
Without the heavy protection of wards of power, many Thaumaturgists could
simply not face the creatures in the spirit realm. If they failed, the
elementals would simply kill the Summoner before returning home. Even the
smallest of elementals posed a serious threat. No Thaumaturgists in their
right mind would even think of summoning a creature such as the Prince.
Aislin did not have a protective ward, she simply had her own will and it
was formidable. No physical combat took place; the two simply stared at
one another. It was over before the Prince could even force his will upon
her.
He remembered well when Liadan summoned him from his home in the Spirit
Realm but this was different. Aislin attacked him with such overwhelming
power that he could feel his very existence in danger.
Shaking, the Prince went down one knee, no longer able to look into those
cold blue eyes.
"Mistress, how may I serve you?"
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