The last part of Book I: The Star... So sit back, and enjoy the conclusion of Book I: The Star. I will after go on a week hiatus of rest, and then return on a Tuesday-Saturday posting schedule on January 31st, 2012.
Part XXXVI: The Xavier Team
Date: Amanela 20th, 114 A.U.
“So these are the great mountains in the north…” Flek said as the cruiser began to make its way on a winding route up the mountain that was already obscured by the darkness of the night.
“Not quite…” Reynyagn said. “There are greater mountains further north than these, although these are regarded by many as the northern mountains as few other than the dwarves, orcs, and a few elves ever ventured further north…”
“The orcs?” Flek said. “I know why the dwarves since they live here, but why…?”
“The orcs lived in the northern mountainous regions,” Reynyagn replied. “Although they had a few outposts and cities down here, south of the dwarven mountains, they stayed to themselves primarily north. The only ones who had contact with them was the dwarves, and the elves, seeing as their lands to the west went far enough North so that they had contact with them. It is likely for that reason that they, being the more reclusive of the races, were willing to join themselves with the orcs.”
“Ah, ok…” Flek said.
“We are not more reclusive than other races,” Number 994 stated.
“Perhaps, perhaps not,” Reynyagn said. “Perhaps what has been in the past is not the same in the present. However, I am no judge of the present; I have not seen many orcs or read anything about them now. But I do know the facts of the past, as cited by many well-known and reliable historians.”
“Does your knowledge explain to you why the Emperor has lived so long?” Zarien asked.
Reynyagn was silent for a moment. “The Emperor has indeed lived much longer than the average elf,” he said. “By far… As for why he has lived so long…” Reynyagn paused. “I do not know. I have heard rumors… inklings of things… but nothing conclusive, and so, I do not have any answer for you.”
“I wonder if there are any dwarves up here…” Reklen said.
“I hope so,” Flek said, joining in Reklen in gazing out the window.
“I would tend to doubt it…” Reynyagn said. “If the dwarves survived, they did so by staying hidden, not by staying out… and also given the darkness of the night-”
“What’s that?” Reklen said, gesturing to a light in the distance.
“You all ready?” Governor Astrid asked as she got into the old elevator.
“I suppose,” Jroldin said as he looked up at the ceiling. He moved back to make space for Brother Tomas, Astrid, Monty, and two guards. He stared back at Rider, the elf whom he had recently been introduced to: the elf whom Astrid thought could possible be a member of the prophesy.
“Then we’ll go up,” Governor Astrid said, pushing a button. “We’ll go up to the surface, and once again see the night sky that has been hidden from us for so long.” The elevator doors closed and the elevator slowly made up its shaft—a path that it had not often travelled—up toward the surface far above—a freedom which so long ago had been taken from them.
“Keep your position on that moving light,” Flek said, eagerly moving up next to Zarien.
“I’m working on it, I’m working on it,” Zarien said, spinning the wheel to follow the light in a chase up the mountain. “This machine isn’t exactly made for quick chases though…”
“I’m trying to chart its course and what kind of machine it might be,” Reynyagn called from where he was at another part of the controls. “I may be able to get a reading on it.”
“Is there a way to get to the roof of this vehicle?” Number 994 asked, gesturing to the ceiling. “If we get close enough, I can safely take it down without hurting its inhabitants.”
“There’s a hatch in the back,” Reynyagn said without taking his eyes off of the controls. “You can get it up there and see if we can get close enough for you.”
“Will do,” Number 994 said, and he ran back to the hatch.
“Getting closer…” Zarien said as he spun the vehicle to try and keep up with their target’s erratic route.
“What is that?” Flek asked.
The elevator doors that had been concealed in the face of the mountain slowly opened and cool air slipped in to its passengers. And slowly, they stepped out into the plateau and the cold night air. To their right, shining in the star, was a bright blue star. Transfixed to the glow, as if moved by some outside force, Astrid and Jroldin stepped forward at the same moment.
“It’s…” Astrid said.
“It’s captivating,” the elf Rider said, stepping beside them. “It is the call of the star. And it is calling us for a purpose: to strike down the elven tyranny.”
The vehicle screeched to a halt, and slowly, Reynyagn stepped out, eyes captivated by the sight in front of him, as Flek, Zarien, and Number 994 followed him, Reklen following close behind.
In front of them, the electric blue star shone forth, illuminating the night sky, silhouetting the figures in front of it.
“It’s just a star…” Reklen mumbled.
“Yes,” Reynyagn said, stepping forward as the others followed him. “But it is so much more… It is calling the team toward them.”
“It… it is as if I know my destiny…” Zarien said. “That after all these days, I know what I should be doing.”
“A sense of duty non-conforming to the good for all orcs is wrong,” Number 994 said. “And yet…”
“It is our destiny,” Flek said, stepping forward toward the figures also looking to the star. “Andf it is a destiny we must embrace.
The figures near the star turned toward them. “Who?” one began.
“We are the members of the Xavier Team,” Reynyagn said. “And we are here to fulfill our destiny. We are the hope of Arquenia.”
End of Book I
Part XXXVI: The Xavier Team
Date: Amanela 20th, 114 A.U.
“So these are the great mountains in the north…” Flek said as the cruiser began to make its way on a winding route up the mountain that was already obscured by the darkness of the night.
“Not quite…” Reynyagn said. “There are greater mountains further north than these, although these are regarded by many as the northern mountains as few other than the dwarves, orcs, and a few elves ever ventured further north…”
“The orcs?” Flek said. “I know why the dwarves since they live here, but why…?”
“The orcs lived in the northern mountainous regions,” Reynyagn replied. “Although they had a few outposts and cities down here, south of the dwarven mountains, they stayed to themselves primarily north. The only ones who had contact with them was the dwarves, and the elves, seeing as their lands to the west went far enough North so that they had contact with them. It is likely for that reason that they, being the more reclusive of the races, were willing to join themselves with the orcs.”
“Ah, ok…” Flek said.
“We are not more reclusive than other races,” Number 994 stated.
“Perhaps, perhaps not,” Reynyagn said. “Perhaps what has been in the past is not the same in the present. However, I am no judge of the present; I have not seen many orcs or read anything about them now. But I do know the facts of the past, as cited by many well-known and reliable historians.”
“Does your knowledge explain to you why the Emperor has lived so long?” Zarien asked.
Reynyagn was silent for a moment. “The Emperor has indeed lived much longer than the average elf,” he said. “By far… As for why he has lived so long…” Reynyagn paused. “I do not know. I have heard rumors… inklings of things… but nothing conclusive, and so, I do not have any answer for you.”
“I wonder if there are any dwarves up here…” Reklen said.
“I hope so,” Flek said, joining in Reklen in gazing out the window.
“I would tend to doubt it…” Reynyagn said. “If the dwarves survived, they did so by staying hidden, not by staying out… and also given the darkness of the night-”
“What’s that?” Reklen said, gesturing to a light in the distance.
“You all ready?” Governor Astrid asked as she got into the old elevator.
“I suppose,” Jroldin said as he looked up at the ceiling. He moved back to make space for Brother Tomas, Astrid, Monty, and two guards. He stared back at Rider, the elf whom he had recently been introduced to: the elf whom Astrid thought could possible be a member of the prophesy.
“Then we’ll go up,” Governor Astrid said, pushing a button. “We’ll go up to the surface, and once again see the night sky that has been hidden from us for so long.” The elevator doors closed and the elevator slowly made up its shaft—a path that it had not often travelled—up toward the surface far above—a freedom which so long ago had been taken from them.
“Keep your position on that moving light,” Flek said, eagerly moving up next to Zarien.
“I’m working on it, I’m working on it,” Zarien said, spinning the wheel to follow the light in a chase up the mountain. “This machine isn’t exactly made for quick chases though…”
“I’m trying to chart its course and what kind of machine it might be,” Reynyagn called from where he was at another part of the controls. “I may be able to get a reading on it.”
“Is there a way to get to the roof of this vehicle?” Number 994 asked, gesturing to the ceiling. “If we get close enough, I can safely take it down without hurting its inhabitants.”
“There’s a hatch in the back,” Reynyagn said without taking his eyes off of the controls. “You can get it up there and see if we can get close enough for you.”
“Will do,” Number 994 said, and he ran back to the hatch.
“Getting closer…” Zarien said as he spun the vehicle to try and keep up with their target’s erratic route.
“What is that?” Flek asked.
The elevator doors that had been concealed in the face of the mountain slowly opened and cool air slipped in to its passengers. And slowly, they stepped out into the plateau and the cold night air. To their right, shining in the star, was a bright blue star. Transfixed to the glow, as if moved by some outside force, Astrid and Jroldin stepped forward at the same moment.
“It’s…” Astrid said.
“It’s captivating,” the elf Rider said, stepping beside them. “It is the call of the star. And it is calling us for a purpose: to strike down the elven tyranny.”
The vehicle screeched to a halt, and slowly, Reynyagn stepped out, eyes captivated by the sight in front of him, as Flek, Zarien, and Number 994 followed him, Reklen following close behind.
In front of them, the electric blue star shone forth, illuminating the night sky, silhouetting the figures in front of it.
“It’s just a star…” Reklen mumbled.
“Yes,” Reynyagn said, stepping forward as the others followed him. “But it is so much more… It is calling the team toward them.”
“It… it is as if I know my destiny…” Zarien said. “That after all these days, I know what I should be doing.”
“A sense of duty non-conforming to the good for all orcs is wrong,” Number 994 said. “And yet…”
“It is our destiny,” Flek said, stepping forward toward the figures also looking to the star. “Andf it is a destiny we must embrace.
The figures near the star turned toward them. “Who?” one began.
“We are the members of the Xavier Team,” Reynyagn said. “And we are here to fulfill our destiny. We are the hope of Arquenia.”
End of Book I
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