The forests were bathed in hues of yellows and oranges, thriving with classic woodland creatures and bizarre animals she could never have imagined;
gigantic silver-furred felines stalked through the trees, hunting the golden-horned deer that ventured near the forest edge to nibble at the long
grass and pink flowers. She looked up into the sky and marvelled at the iridescence set amongst the clouds, the rainbow of colours spiralling from the
heavens and falling upon the land causing the plants and wildlife to shine faintly with the perfect aura of life. Long multi-coloured vines dangled
above her from the small islands that were scattered throughout the sky and her eyes were bright with wonder as she spied a magnificent castle
situated upon the largest of the sky islands. It stood proudly, spires reaching up into the clouds and seeming to almost touch the purples and greens
“The Aethya.” Said a man’s low voice behind her, causing her to jump slightly as she quickly turned around to investigate this intrusion.
Wearing long black robes that covered his body down to his feet, an obsidian stone set in silver lay against his chest, his lightly tanned face
appeared both youthful and mature with a small dimple fixed amongst his cheeks as his world-weary brown eyes spoke tales as they looked at her. He
gestured towards the colours in the sky. “We called it the Aethya; the home of the Gods.”
“Who are you?” She asked, her heart thudding madly inside her chest as her vivid green eyes studied the unexpected man before her.
“Caelin.” He said simply as he looked about slowly, appearing to drink in the area as his dark eyes inspected every tree and each simple blade of
grass that surrounded them. He glanced at her and offered a small half-smile. “Forgive me. I have not seen this land in… a very long time.” He
closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, a peaceful expression on his face as the Aethya’s light shone upon him.
Her beating heart began to slow, to calm itself, the man was obviously no threat to her. Looking back towards the sky she admired the majestic castle
as It resembled a faceted gemstone in the illumination of the sun’s light.
When the man spoke again she listened to him carefully, her eyes filled with wonder as his soft words seemed to infuse themselves into her mind. “It
was built eons ago. History tells us that it was built by the hand of Esraelle himself.” She heard his voice harden slightly as he spoke that name.
“In times past, the Gods were well-known as they traversed our lands. Johne the Diviner, Xander the Empath, and Esraelle the Creator. They brought
the Aethya with them, brought magic and the purest of life
to our lands. They would circulate amongst the people, experience our joy as they
celebrated our occasions with us. Every individual person in this land who had the smallest ability to use the arcane arts had the Gods to thank!
Every mage, Magister, diviner of any talent! Our priests! They were blessed with the blood of the Gods!” He clenched his fists tightly, knuckles
turning white with his anger.
She looked at him quietly, her large green eyes mirroring the uncertainty she felt at this man’s demeanour. “You speak as though these people and
the Gods no longer exist.”
Caelin looked at the girl sharply, his dark eyes flickering with an unknown power. She shrank away from him slightly as a sudden gust of icy air blew
through her long red hair and as the man’s eyes seemed to pierce through her eyes and into her soul. He smiled a smile that did little to ease her
discomfort as he spoke softly once more, a hint of venom in his words. “Alexandria, is it?... Allow me to show you.”
He seized her hand and she winced as his fingers pinched her flesh, a bizarre energy began to surround them and she soon ignored the mild pain in her
hand as she felt herself being lifted into the sky. Disoriented, she wrapped her arms around the man in the black robes and held him tightly as they
rose over the land.
The icy gusts of wind became stronger and soon the weather was more wild than she could ever have believed. The wind stormed through the branches of
the trees, stripping them of their leaves and wrenching even the stockiest trunk out of the ground. A dull light fell across her face and she looked
up nervously, nervousness becoming shock as the colours in the sky vanished! She looked back down and held onto Caelin even tighter as she witnessed
floods streaming across the land where they were standing mere moments ago. The water flowed rapidly across the land, and she buried her face into
Caelin’s robes as the bloated corpse of a young girl floated on the waters below; her brown hair knotted with twigs, brown peasant dress ripped into
fragments exposing cuts upon her skin, her pale blue eyes staring sightlessly into the colourless sky.
A loud smash forced Alexandria to peer out once more, her body shaking with the reverberations from the castle that once resided in the sky above as
it shattered onto the ground. The wind carried the scent of death as it gusted about the one lonely structure that remained of the castle. She gasped
in shock as she saw into the broken window of the tower, for the very man she was clutching to, so tightly as the gusts threatened to tear them apart,
was standing at the window and looking out across the mutilated land. He clenched his fists tightly as his hands shook with anger; his dark brown eyes
were glowering up at the sky, seeming to reflect the arcs of lightning that jagged across the dismal clouds. He narrowed his eyes as another gust of
wind aimed to topple him from the tower window, blowing his mud-stained robes about him with its chilling touch. His eyes flashed golden as he smiled
menacingly towards the empty heavens and she heard his thought as clear as though it were her own. You will not destroy me.
He raised his arms above his head and clutched the edges of the window as he planted his feet firmly against the rising fury of the wind. He closed
his eyes and faced the dull grey of the sky, the wind and rain whipping his dark hair about his head. Thunder boomed sharply above him and he
stumbled, almost falling from the window of the tower. His face twisted in anger as he re-opened his eyes, and while they glowed gold and bright he
yelled out to the empty sky. “Vin ba elasa! Esraelle! Ba cael’na bin velasa!” The version of Caelin that she was clinging to murmured softly
into her ear, causing chills to strike her heart. “I beseech you, Esraelle, I invoke your power.”
Once more the Caelin of the past clenched his fists as he whipped himself away from the sight of the forsaken land. Standing behind him were all that
remained of his Magisters, watching their leader silently as the wind whistled ominously around the tower, circling menacingly and threatening their
imminent destruction. One of the Magisters was a woman, gazing sadly up at the sky, tears rolling down her cheeks as the silver paint on her face
became smudged from the wind and rain that penetrated the tower. She took a decisive step towards Caelin and reached inside of her robes to bring
forth a perfectly circular obsidian bowl in one hand and a crystal knife in the other. She kneeled reverently before the man and offered the items to
him, whispering softly. “I will perform my duties as required by our High Magister Caelin, I am your loyal servant and servant of Fandriel.”
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