A pretty important part today to really stimulate the part... which needs to happen given that I only have eleven more parts before the curtains draw on Book I: The Star (and yes, I actually named Book 1!) This part is also rather fitting what with the adventurers called by a star and the wise men too, so... Some nice parallels can made there, analogies and allegories and that stuff... Let's get on to see this important part of the Arquenia Saga.
Part XXV: Called by a Star
Amanela 13th, 114 A.U.
“You said you wanted to speak to me?” Freglak leaned back in his chair as he looked at the shadowy figure.
“Aye, you and Flek,” Reynyagn said, slowly sitting down.
“What of?” Freglak asked. “Of our battle? Those elves won’t know what hit them.”
“A strong scout force it may have been, but it was still a scout force,” Reynyagn firmly said. “This is only going to be the beginning of a long conflict, which doesn’t help my request.”
“What request?” Freglak said, suddenly sitting upright.
Reynyagn seemed to dodge the question. “Have you seen the bright blue star in the north sky?”
“Who hasn’t?” Freglak asked. “But what does that have to do with anything?”
“There’s a certain prophesy that you may have heard of,” Reynyagn replied. “Have you ever heard of Xavier’s Prophesy?”
Freglak pursed his lips, and then suddenly nodded. “Ah yes!” he said. “There was that group of people during the war against your people that said they were chosen by Xavier’s Prophesy, was there not?” Freglak was happy he remembered his history lesson from long ago.
“Yes…” Reynyagn slowly said, and he paused. “It’s a famous prophesy that describes a team that would fight against the greatest evil to come upon the land.” He paused. “There was a group that thought themselves to be the prophesied back then. Now it is found though, that there is a greater evil.” He paused again. “I believe that Flek and I are both members of that prophesy.”
“What?” Flek asked, suddenly alert, and surprised.
Freglak had a perplexed expression on his face. “What?” he asked.
“To go deep into the prophesy at this point would be unwise,” Reynyagn said. “But it speaks of certain people. “A goblin with great expertise. A Sla’ad that would lead the group. Another part speaks of a warrior who seeks to lead, presumably Flek, and one who saw a great slaughter, which I did at the massacre. It speaks of a burning ember in the sky that will call the team together. For decades, I’ve believed that the prophesy spoke of the elves and a team to stop them, but I awaited a clear sign.” He cleared his throat. “We now have it.”
There was silence for a bit. “Ok…” Freglak said. “So… What’s the point?”
“My point,” Reynyagn said, and then he stopped, and sighed. “My point is that I would like to request of you permission for Flek and I to go North to follow the star to join the rest of the team.” Freglak’s mouth dropped open.
“You want to do what?” Flek asked.
“I know it is asking much of you,” Reynyagn begin.
“Well it sure does!” Freglak said, a bit ecstatic. “You expect me to let my best strategist and my best warrior to just run off North, without any sure indication that I will see them again!”
“Correct,” Reynyagn calmly said, and Freglak stopped, still flabbergasted. “I ask much of you,” Reynyagn agreed. “Especially with the elves sure to be preparing to chase you down for attacking them. And yet I still ask it.”
“But-“ Freglak began.
“Put as many guards as you want with us to make sure that I won’t escape,” Reynyagn said. “And I swear that, if either we aren’t the members of the prophesy, or if we fulfill it, that I will come back to you and serve the rest of my six months helping you.”
There was silence. Finally, Flek spoke. “What is this team supposed to do?” he asked,
“Defeat the elves once and for all,” Reynyagn said. Again, there was silence.
“I don’t know…” Freglak said.
“Look,” Reynyagn said. “We all want the same thing here: to destroy the elves. Believing the prophesy, I think it’s the best, and dare I say? The only way to destroy the elves. To refuse to let us go would be… would be probably cutting off the only means of defeating the elves.”
“I still don’t like it,” Freglak said glumly.
“I know,” Reynyagn said. “And I do sympathize with your plight, but I think it must be done. Do you believe it? Do you believe the prophesy?”
“I’d never even heard of it before…” Freglak murmured.
“I think I have…” Flek said. “I mean, I don’t know exactly where or how I learned it, but… I don’t know… It’s just like I intimately know it some how, I…”
You wonder how you know the exact wording of the prophesy, Flek? The voice in his head laughed, and Flek suddenly froze, an icy chill going down his spine.
“I beg of you,” Reynyagn said. “Because of my oath I swore to you before, I will not leave without your permission. But I beg of you, Lord Freglak, I beg of you! Let us go out so that we can fulfill the prophesy. And when I am able, I will return to serve my months.”
Freglak was quiet for a moment, and then he slowly exhaled. “What choice do I have?” he asked. “Am I going to allow my own pride and selfishness keep you here when I could be destroying our only chance of victory?” He slowly shook his head. “I can’t do it. I don’t want to. But what choice do I have?” He slowly nodded. “Go then, Reynyagn. I’ve never heard of this prophesy before, heck, I don’t even believe in prophesies. But I know this one is true. Don’t ask me how, but I do.” He raised his head. “Go then. Go with Flek, our fastest airship, and as many goblin warriors as you want. Follow the star. And when you are done your mission, return here. Oh…” And he turned again to Reynyagn and Flek. “And be safe. And destroy those blood-thirsty elves once and for all.”
Question of the Week:Will you remember to read the Arquenia Saga during the holidays?
Part XXV: Called by a Star
Amanela 13th, 114 A.U.
“You said you wanted to speak to me?” Freglak leaned back in his chair as he looked at the shadowy figure.
“Aye, you and Flek,” Reynyagn said, slowly sitting down.
“What of?” Freglak asked. “Of our battle? Those elves won’t know what hit them.”
“A strong scout force it may have been, but it was still a scout force,” Reynyagn firmly said. “This is only going to be the beginning of a long conflict, which doesn’t help my request.”
“What request?” Freglak said, suddenly sitting upright.
Reynyagn seemed to dodge the question. “Have you seen the bright blue star in the north sky?”
“Who hasn’t?” Freglak asked. “But what does that have to do with anything?”
“There’s a certain prophesy that you may have heard of,” Reynyagn replied. “Have you ever heard of Xavier’s Prophesy?”
Freglak pursed his lips, and then suddenly nodded. “Ah yes!” he said. “There was that group of people during the war against your people that said they were chosen by Xavier’s Prophesy, was there not?” Freglak was happy he remembered his history lesson from long ago.
“Yes…” Reynyagn slowly said, and he paused. “It’s a famous prophesy that describes a team that would fight against the greatest evil to come upon the land.” He paused. “There was a group that thought themselves to be the prophesied back then. Now it is found though, that there is a greater evil.” He paused again. “I believe that Flek and I are both members of that prophesy.”
“What?” Flek asked, suddenly alert, and surprised.
Freglak had a perplexed expression on his face. “What?” he asked.
“To go deep into the prophesy at this point would be unwise,” Reynyagn said. “But it speaks of certain people. “A goblin with great expertise. A Sla’ad that would lead the group. Another part speaks of a warrior who seeks to lead, presumably Flek, and one who saw a great slaughter, which I did at the massacre. It speaks of a burning ember in the sky that will call the team together. For decades, I’ve believed that the prophesy spoke of the elves and a team to stop them, but I awaited a clear sign.” He cleared his throat. “We now have it.”
There was silence for a bit. “Ok…” Freglak said. “So… What’s the point?”
“My point,” Reynyagn said, and then he stopped, and sighed. “My point is that I would like to request of you permission for Flek and I to go North to follow the star to join the rest of the team.” Freglak’s mouth dropped open.
“You want to do what?” Flek asked.
“I know it is asking much of you,” Reynyagn begin.
“Well it sure does!” Freglak said, a bit ecstatic. “You expect me to let my best strategist and my best warrior to just run off North, without any sure indication that I will see them again!”
“Correct,” Reynyagn calmly said, and Freglak stopped, still flabbergasted. “I ask much of you,” Reynyagn agreed. “Especially with the elves sure to be preparing to chase you down for attacking them. And yet I still ask it.”
“But-“ Freglak began.
“Put as many guards as you want with us to make sure that I won’t escape,” Reynyagn said. “And I swear that, if either we aren’t the members of the prophesy, or if we fulfill it, that I will come back to you and serve the rest of my six months helping you.”
There was silence. Finally, Flek spoke. “What is this team supposed to do?” he asked,
“Defeat the elves once and for all,” Reynyagn said. Again, there was silence.
“I don’t know…” Freglak said.
“Look,” Reynyagn said. “We all want the same thing here: to destroy the elves. Believing the prophesy, I think it’s the best, and dare I say? The only way to destroy the elves. To refuse to let us go would be… would be probably cutting off the only means of defeating the elves.”
“I still don’t like it,” Freglak said glumly.
“I know,” Reynyagn said. “And I do sympathize with your plight, but I think it must be done. Do you believe it? Do you believe the prophesy?”
“I’d never even heard of it before…” Freglak murmured.
“I think I have…” Flek said. “I mean, I don’t know exactly where or how I learned it, but… I don’t know… It’s just like I intimately know it some how, I…”
You wonder how you know the exact wording of the prophesy, Flek? The voice in his head laughed, and Flek suddenly froze, an icy chill going down his spine.
“I beg of you,” Reynyagn said. “Because of my oath I swore to you before, I will not leave without your permission. But I beg of you, Lord Freglak, I beg of you! Let us go out so that we can fulfill the prophesy. And when I am able, I will return to serve my months.”
Freglak was quiet for a moment, and then he slowly exhaled. “What choice do I have?” he asked. “Am I going to allow my own pride and selfishness keep you here when I could be destroying our only chance of victory?” He slowly shook his head. “I can’t do it. I don’t want to. But what choice do I have?” He slowly nodded. “Go then, Reynyagn. I’ve never heard of this prophesy before, heck, I don’t even believe in prophesies. But I know this one is true. Don’t ask me how, but I do.” He raised his head. “Go then. Go with Flek, our fastest airship, and as many goblin warriors as you want. Follow the star. And when you are done your mission, return here. Oh…” And he turned again to Reynyagn and Flek. “And be safe. And destroy those blood-thirsty elves once and for all.”
Question of the Week:Will you remember to read the Arquenia Saga during the holidays?
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