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Plodding through the halls of stone, the shadow creature wondered if
things could get any worse. All of his plans thwarted by a wisp of a
girl, who seemed so powerless at first but now seemed so terrifying.
Still, he would wait having all the time in the world. Eventually even
the strongest made mistakes. For example, Aislin made her first of what
most likely would be many, right after the ceremony.
For centuries, Dubh Caisle?n had been the solid black stone fortress
with no way to enter. Now, all sorts of window like openings have
appeared. Some large, some small, all allowing the wind and sun into the
black halls of Dubh Caisle?n. In its state now, it would offer little
protection from the wind, much less enemies from the outside.
The creature, forced into cat form for the time being, with its head on
a window ledge, looked out over the swamp. "Still, it feels good to feel
the wind on ones face."
Growling, the creature named Sc?th made his way down several more
passageways. This last decision by hers however was intolerable.
Aislin stood in front of the tall mirror, studying her reflection. The
mirror no longer reflected the half person who entered Dubh Caisle?n a
few days ago. As if a dream, she had somehow matured into the woman she
was supposed to be. Full breasts, wide hips, pointing down to a very
female mound; she had finally blossomed.
Even with all of the knowledge she now possessed, Aislin still didn't
know if the magic had changed or repaired her body. Although she had
some ideas there were still too many questions left unanswered. However,
taking a better look at her reflection once more, the new Sorceress had
a feeling that perhaps it had been for her protection after all.
Although if it had been an enchantment, a powerful one at that, with its
intent to keep her from harm, it had done quite the opposite. Still,
troubled by the existence or non-existence of such an enchantment served
no purpose. As the new owner of Dubh Caisle?n, there were too many other
things to worry about.
Sighing, Aislin turned to face the shadow creature as it quietly slipped
into the room. Since their battle of wills and his binding, Aislin
always knew the creature's exact location.
"Sc?th, do you need something of me?"
Moving into the room, the shadow feline suddenly stopped as his new
mistress clothed herself in a long black dress. The outfit itself,
although beautiful, did not impress Sc?th but the fabric caught his
attention. Spirit silk now adorned the new Sorceress, more protective
than steel but light as a breath.
"Why?" The creature growled. "Such a thing is unheard of, how do you
expect us to live in Dubh Caisle?n without their help or are we going to
move back to that little hovel I found you in?"
As Aislin looked down, Sc?th backed up, unable to look into the eyes of
the Sorceress.
"Keeping all of the spirits and elementals bound in permanent servitude
you mean, no that was not something I would do."
"But, all of them? The Keep cannot run without their magic."
Although Sc?th had said all of them, that was not true. Besides the
Prince, dozens of terrible spirits were bound to the very walls of Dubh
Caisle?n. All of them were bound in stone forms, they would be the last
defense before the Keep was overrun. Aislin didn't know if she could use
such creatures but she wasn't going to just release them back into the
world.
"The Keep will be fine, but don't be too concerned Sc?th, not all of the
elementals returned home. The Salamanders appear quite happy to remain."
"Of course...lazy brutes but what about me?" Sc?th growled, looking into
the eyes on his mistress. "You seem to have forgotten to release me from
this so called permanent servitude."
Aislin laughed, not surprised that the beast didn't care for the others,
even the ones forced into stone. It only cared for its own release.
"You, my dear Prince, are an exception."
The creature curled up on the floor. Every Thaumaturgist he had ever
known bound the elementals after a summoning. Unbelievably Aislin had
summoned two powerful water spirits from the swamp earlier in the day.
Without the use of a circle, she forced her will upon them, asking them
to drench the center of the castle with water. Afterwards, she simply
released them.
With the arrival of a female Gnome who entered the room unannounced,
Sc?th became even more confused.
"Your Majesty, how are these?" The small woman smiled, displaying to
Aislin a small bouquet of summer flowers.
"Lovely, Garnet, do you think the others will mind if we add these to
the other decorations?"
Sc?th growled in surprise. "Why are you here? Didn't she free you?"
The Gnome named Garnet gave the shadow creature a look, telling him
exactly how she felt about him, and then turned away, setting the
flowers in a vase.
"It's my home, why would I want to leave?"
Smiling, she finished with the flowers before giving a low curtsy. "If
there is nothing else your Majesty, I will attend to my other duties."
The Sorceress smiled warmly. "Thank you, Garnet."
Watching the Gnome vanish into the walls, Aislin said. "They still
insist on calling me your Majesty. All right, I am heading off to the
library unless you need me for anything else."
As the long days of summer passed, those who continue to dwell inside
the black castle of Dubh Caisle?n could usually find Aislin floating
high in the air, in the castle's library.
Connected by dozens of archways with centuries of knowledge covering it
high walls, scholars from all over the realm would have been beside
themselves if they only knew such a library still existed.
From bronze tables from the earliest city-states, to the scrolls from
the Sorceress' time, to the books now written; all could be found
inside. Even the hundreds of scrolls of Amar, thought to have been lost
during the siege that destroyed the great city-state, had been partially
recovered.
For the shadow creature named Sc?th, the new Sorceress appeared to be
simply doing nothing but reading and creating a garden in the center of
the castle.
Liadan never sat still, always meeting with this warlord or that
captain. The only things Aislin spoke to were Gnomes and Sylphs, the
foolish who choose to remain with the new Sorceress instead of being
free. She appeared to be doing nothing, the shadow creature didn't
understand. For one with so much power, not to use it seemed wasteful.
Curling up against the cold floor, of all the things had taken place
since Aislin took control of the Keep, Sc?th couldn't understand why
Gorgas remained. The powerful earth elemental, almost as powerful as
himself, had been brought forth from the Spirit Realm to create Dubh
Caisle?n.
"Why didn't you leave?" Sc?th growled with disgust, like all of the
other elementals and spirits in the Keep the powerful Gnome bond had
been one of the first to be removed.
"Why, I like my books." The Gnome didn't look up from scanning pages
faster than any mortal creature.
"You've changed." The shadow creature said in disgust.
The Gnome laughed. "You haven't."
Stepping away, Gorgas called up into the ceiling. "Your Majesty, I
believe I have found the quatrains in question."
From high in the air, Aislin slowly floated downwards to land next to
the Gnomish Prince. "Don't tell me we actually have a copy of the Quoins
prophesies?"
"Indeed, look at this one and this one as well."
"Interesting, that does answer a few questions I think."
"How does it answer any questions, Aislin. The human was obviously
insane."
Sc?th remembered the old Black Sorceress speaking to her sister about
the same shadow prophesies, from what he remembered the words were
nothing more than gibberish. Then again, not surprising, many mortals
who spent too much time delving into the Spirit Realm lost their minds.
Ignoring the beast, she continued. "Excellent Gorgas, I think we need to
look over the writings of both the seers Degaru and Lyria as well."
Aislin stood tapping a finger to her lips.
"More nonsense." Sc?th grumbled. What could studying the writing of two
more mad Seers help any.
"Unfortunately, Gorgas, if you could find me the D?nmhar? Book of Lies,
I need to compare a few things." Aislin hated the book; bound in human
flesh, its contents gave a peek into the darker side of magic.
At that moment, three Sylphs appeared at Aislin's side. The new
Sorceress eyes blazed as she passed the half-asleep creature, before
commanding. "Sc?th to me."
The shadow creature jumped up startled, following Aislin out of the
castle.
Elyria closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the warmth of the sun
knowing that it would be for the last time. Answering a call from the
lord of their village, Verities of the Red, so called Guardians of Truth
had arrived in the village. Now standing in the hot sun, a dozen of them
proselytized the evils of magic. Once they were finished with the
ceremony, she would die.
As a young child, she told her mother that she had seen Sprites playing
in the rye fields. Elyria could still remember the beating she got at
the hands of her mother for saying such a thing, even if it had been
true.
Since that incident, Elyria kept such sightings to herself. She gave no
indication to anyone that she might possess the Black Curse, as it was
called. Instead, Elyria became the perfect child of the village;
blending in, not standing out.
Upon receiving the first blooms of womanhood, she felt the first touch
of real power and it appeared to be her last. Elyria and her best friend
Heloise had been walking along the road, holding a bucket of milk in
their hands. So intent on their discussion, they didn't hear the horse
and rider until it was too late. The Knight didn't even stop as he rode
over her friend.
As Heloise lay all broken, Elyria rushed to her side. Upon touching her
friend, the young girl felt a rush of power. Witnesses spoke of a soft
white glow covering both girls and that the wounds seemed to close by
themselves. Although Heloise still had long months of healing ahead, her
friend's life had been saved unfortunately at the cost of her own.
Elyria looked over at her friend's parents; they didn't seem to enjoy
the ceremony, nor did they join in the screaming and incriminations that
the others had done, including her own mother. She didn't mind, if they
had objected Heloise might also be joining her. Elyria wouldn't want
that.
Sitting in chains in the center of town square, people she knew all her
life, even some of her cousins had accused her of all sorts of evils to
the Guardians. From the death of several infants, to bad harvests, to
even a broken plow, it had all been blamed on Elyria.
"At least it's a beautiful day." The young girl said to no one in
particular, but thought it odd that so many Sprites came to watch her
last hours. "Perhaps when I die, Ill become a Sylph."
According to her mother, she wouldn't be welcomed in the halls of her
father, so the idea brought a small amount of happiness.
As two of the red robed Guardians dragged her to the post sitting in the
center of the village, she began to shake. With the chains wrapped
around her body, a senior member of the group with long white hair,
known as a Justiciar, ordered the villagers to place the bundles of wood
around her.
When Heloise's parents dropped the last stack, Elyria managed to given
them a brave smile but her courage broke, when her mother agreed to
light the pyre. However the flames never came.
Sc?th had no idea where they were going, unhappy at having Aislin riding
him as if he were a horse. At first, he thought they were going back to
her grandmother but Aislin only said it wasn't time yet. Instead, the
two of them flew south.
Once made of up three powerful kingdoms, the lands below them had broken
up during the years. Now there were dozens of small baronies, kingdoms
and duchies.
As they continued to pass by small farms and villages, the creature
could feel Aislin's power behind him, moving him along the currents of
air quicker than possible. Suddenly, without saying anything Aislin
simply slipped off his back. Like a rock, she plummeted to the ground.
Growling, the shadow creature banked and followed her down.
To Elyria, the world suddenly exploded. The wood, flames all of it
suddenly vanished thrown high into the air, or into the faces of the
villagers. As if a great wind picked them up, anyone who stood suddenly
found themselves thrown to the ground.
The young girl looked up in wonder at a vision that would be with her
the rest of her life. A beautiful woman with midnight black hair,
dressed in a gown of the same color, stood in the circle of destruction.
For a moment, Elyria felt afraid until the beautiful woman looked down
at her and gave her a warm smile. Reaching over, Elyria felt the touch
of power as the iron chains simply crumbled to dust. Before Elyria could
ask the woman who she was, the Justiciar stood up, pulling a long
handled mace from his belt.
"How dare you interfere with the cleansing, who are you?"
Holding the young girl by the hand, Aislin stood up straight daring the
man to approach. Turning other guardians who were drawing weapons, she
said. "The wild men of the south called me Bubh- b?s. The sea warriors
call me Crn-vje?tica. Your fathers called me Noir Sorci?re."
Those villagers who were struggling to rise gasped at the name however,
the white haired Justiciar laughed. "Preposterous, kill her and the
girl." He commanded.
Suddenly, as if confirming her answer, a huge beast came out of the sky,
the force of its wings turning over carts, scattering peoples and
animals. Its challenging roar, shattered any thoughts of attacking the
one who named herself the Black Sorceress as everyone, including the
Guardians fled for their lives.
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