He looked over to the woman who lay sprawled out on the bed next to him. To his eyes appearing with skin like fresh crème. Her wavy black hair that would fall to the small of her back when she stood, lay fanned out across the red silk sheets like a beautiful but evil aura. Framing her flawless heart-shaped face as she stared at the ceiling with lavender eyes. The sight left him unable to stop himself from wondering what was real, and what was mere illusion.
Kaytera’s illusion had the sharp nose and outstanding bone structure which was a trait of the elfin race, light or dark. But even in a world where elfin women where known to be the most consistently beautiful of all the great races. She stood firmly out amongst the rest, with luscious curves and thick sensual lips that were uncommon to most elfin women. Every feminine feature of her body seeming almost exaggerated. Giving her the appearance of some perverted Master Sculpture’s carving come to life.
In retrospect, he wondered if the plump lips and extra curves were and product of the illusion, or the human blood that ran her veins. Which he’d only so recently found out about. It would make sense after-all. Pure blooded elfin women known for being tall, slender, and beautiful. Where as Kaytera gave voluptuous an all new meaning.. Still there were some things he couldn’t begin to place. Kaytera being incredibly strong for a women. With a stamina -for all activities- that was exhausting just to think about.
Oh well, Sagen though. It really doesn’t matter much now. It was good while it lasted.
It was over a year ago when he’d first laid eyes on her, and he could still remember the first thought that’d went through his mind when it’d happened. She’s too good to be true. If only he’d known then just how right he was about that.
He guessed that most men would have been a little suspicious of such a beautiful woman who was so quick to lay with them the first day they’d met. But then he was the King. Who would deny him? Of course he’d assumed she was after gold, all women were. But never had he thought the gold she was after was the bounty on his head.
What a fool I was for that.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Prelude III
His mistake of falling in love like some poor fool boy changed little in his eyes. He was positive that despite his own feelings. He would have at least incinerated the deceitful little whore the moment he learned of her betrayal. If not had the self-control to have her chained and tortured till she told every secret she’d ever known, and a few that had no answers.
The only thing that stopped him was that infernal prophecy. The fact which might be in itself, the greatest irony of all. A paradoxical nightmare. That reminded him of the age old question.. Was it fate that created the prophecy, or the prophecy that created his fate?
And was there even a difference between the two?
Sagen wanted little, so badly, as he wanted to say, fuck it all. The prophecy, the world, and most of all that lying bitch that lay next to him this very moment.
After everything he’d strived for, it was so very tempting. Except for the one thing that held him back. He couldn’t kill his own son. Bastard or not. After all, the prophecy did say his son would become the worlds only chance. He wouldn’t be the one to deny the world that.
Another verse of the prophecy came to mind, “unites the Divided Lands”. Who knew. Maybe in his conquest to save the world, his son might finally win the war and regain the Motherland for his people. The idea was almost too much to contemplate. For his bastard son to succeed where so many Great Kings had failed was nearly unfathomable. But there was the chance.
Sagen had taken the throne at the young age of one-hundred and twenty-three years old. Making him the third youngest ruler in Dar’Kitherin history. Still by anyone’s measure one of The Greats. Having nineteen years ago, taken up the war for his peoples most yearned for prize. Conquest of the Motherland, the Fallon Wood. Making brutal progress in the war that hadn’t been waged in nearly a thousand years. That is until four years ago. When out of sheer desperation. The Fal’Vernan sought aid from the filthy Humans of Lungar. The sacrilegious alliance creating a deadlock that wasn’t going to break anytime soon.
That is until Sagen made the greatest discovery of his life. One that he was sure would give him the edge to win the war once and for all.
The discovery was not one, but an entire cache of ancient books buried beneath the tomb of his fourth great-grandfather. A Wizard of -by all historical accounts- remarkable power, who’d perished in the Purge War itself.
Sagen was sure the texts would reveal to him some ancient magic powerful enough to end the deadlock. But the study was incredibly tedious, and now he was dying.. If only she could have had a little longer.
The only thing that stopped him was that infernal prophecy. The fact which might be in itself, the greatest irony of all. A paradoxical nightmare. That reminded him of the age old question.. Was it fate that created the prophecy, or the prophecy that created his fate?
And was there even a difference between the two?
Sagen wanted little, so badly, as he wanted to say, fuck it all. The prophecy, the world, and most of all that lying bitch that lay next to him this very moment.
After everything he’d strived for, it was so very tempting. Except for the one thing that held him back. He couldn’t kill his own son. Bastard or not. After all, the prophecy did say his son would become the worlds only chance. He wouldn’t be the one to deny the world that.
Another verse of the prophecy came to mind, “unites the Divided Lands”. Who knew. Maybe in his conquest to save the world, his son might finally win the war and regain the Motherland for his people. The idea was almost too much to contemplate. For his bastard son to succeed where so many Great Kings had failed was nearly unfathomable. But there was the chance.
Sagen had taken the throne at the young age of one-hundred and twenty-three years old. Making him the third youngest ruler in Dar’Kitherin history. Still by anyone’s measure one of The Greats. Having nineteen years ago, taken up the war for his peoples most yearned for prize. Conquest of the Motherland, the Fallon Wood. Making brutal progress in the war that hadn’t been waged in nearly a thousand years. That is until four years ago. When out of sheer desperation. The Fal’Vernan sought aid from the filthy Humans of Lungar. The sacrilegious alliance creating a deadlock that wasn’t going to break anytime soon.
That is until Sagen made the greatest discovery of his life. One that he was sure would give him the edge to win the war once and for all.
The discovery was not one, but an entire cache of ancient books buried beneath the tomb of his fourth great-grandfather. A Wizard of -by all historical accounts- remarkable power, who’d perished in the Purge War itself.
Sagen was sure the texts would reveal to him some ancient magic powerful enough to end the deadlock. But the study was incredibly tedious, and now he was dying.. If only she could have had a little longer.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Prelude II
The problem was prophecy. More specifically, the prophecy preordaining that he was to die by the hand of the woman he loved. Conceiving a child on the very night of her betrayal. Which it claimed, would grow to be the world’s only chance at stopping some cataclysmic evil from tearing the world asunder.
The dreadful moment he’d first read it still stood, as ardently in his minds-eye, as the day it happened. Those damning words burnt into his memory like a brand heated in Hell’s own furnace.
They went like this;
A threat unparalleled in an age of magic will descend upon the world unhindered. Unless the Child of Three Bloods, whom was fathered by the Wizard King, and birthed by Loves Betrayer. Rises up and unites the Divided Lands to face an Undying evil.
A disturbing prospect to say the least. But then, he wouldn’t be around to witness it. So what’d he care? After all, he did his part… Made his sacrifice.
Sagen D’Terros, Wizard King of the Dar’Kitherin reminisced back to that terrible night when he’d first deciphered the cryptic message that he’d later find out to be his elegy. Back before he’d even met the woman that’d become his undoing. Back when he was still hopeful that the King in the prophecy was another. Or that the event had already come to past unnoticed.
Then it happened, and not but two weeks prior to this very night. One of his agents came to him with the fatale news.. His enemies had planted a spy within his court.
The man had done a fantastic job. How he’d gotten the information, Sagen could only guess, and was somewhat troubled by the fact that he’d have to kill one of his best spies. But information of this sort couldn’t risk a leak. It’d ruin everything he worked for, and now he realized.. It’d ruin the worlds only chance of salvation.
For Sagen, news of the infiltration was not nearly so severe as the few minor details that came with it.. The trespasser was a woman. A Half-Elvin woman. Who’d somehow obtained a ring spelled with a magic so ancient, that it was undetectable. Even to a Wizard as powerful as himself.
No, he hadn’t believed the poor smuck in the prophecy was himself. Until he’d heard that. It had after all come out of a book that was over a millennia old. He being far from the first Wizard King, and surely not last. It’d been just a little too far-fetched to believe that after over a thousand years. A prophecy would come into play.. and he’d be its victim.
Then came that dreadfully invaluable piece of information. Which in but an instant after its being spoken. Brought understanding to the part of the prophecy which had remained a mystery to him for so long.
“-the Child of Three Bloods-”
If his mistress Kaytera was the infiltrator, Which, he was now certain that she was. Then that meant she wasn’t Dar’Kitherin at all. But a Fal’Vernan half-elf. Thus any child she he gave her would be not only Fal’Vernan and Dar’Kitherin but Human as well.. Hence, a “Child of Three Bloods”.
As much as he wished it different. There was no longer any doubt in Sagen’s mind as too the validity of the prophecy, and rather or not he was the named “Wizard King”.
It still seemed strange, even after all his countless years studying the subject. How prophecy always had a way of coming true. Now it came for him. Not just any prophecy. But one that he himself had read and translated. Fate it seemed, was the cruelest bitch of all.
The dreadful moment he’d first read it still stood, as ardently in his minds-eye, as the day it happened. Those damning words burnt into his memory like a brand heated in Hell’s own furnace.
They went like this;
A threat unparalleled in an age of magic will descend upon the world unhindered. Unless the Child of Three Bloods, whom was fathered by the Wizard King, and birthed by Loves Betrayer. Rises up and unites the Divided Lands to face an Undying evil.
A disturbing prospect to say the least. But then, he wouldn’t be around to witness it. So what’d he care? After all, he did his part… Made his sacrifice.
Sagen D’Terros, Wizard King of the Dar’Kitherin reminisced back to that terrible night when he’d first deciphered the cryptic message that he’d later find out to be his elegy. Back before he’d even met the woman that’d become his undoing. Back when he was still hopeful that the King in the prophecy was another. Or that the event had already come to past unnoticed.
Then it happened, and not but two weeks prior to this very night. One of his agents came to him with the fatale news.. His enemies had planted a spy within his court.
The man had done a fantastic job. How he’d gotten the information, Sagen could only guess, and was somewhat troubled by the fact that he’d have to kill one of his best spies. But information of this sort couldn’t risk a leak. It’d ruin everything he worked for, and now he realized.. It’d ruin the worlds only chance of salvation.
For Sagen, news of the infiltration was not nearly so severe as the few minor details that came with it.. The trespasser was a woman. A Half-Elvin woman. Who’d somehow obtained a ring spelled with a magic so ancient, that it was undetectable. Even to a Wizard as powerful as himself.
No, he hadn’t believed the poor smuck in the prophecy was himself. Until he’d heard that. It had after all come out of a book that was over a millennia old. He being far from the first Wizard King, and surely not last. It’d been just a little too far-fetched to believe that after over a thousand years. A prophecy would come into play.. and he’d be its victim.
Then came that dreadfully invaluable piece of information. Which in but an instant after its being spoken. Brought understanding to the part of the prophecy which had remained a mystery to him for so long.
“-the Child of Three Bloods-”
If his mistress Kaytera was the infiltrator, Which, he was now certain that she was. Then that meant she wasn’t Dar’Kitherin at all. But a Fal’Vernan half-elf. Thus any child she he gave her would be not only Fal’Vernan and Dar’Kitherin but Human as well.. Hence, a “Child of Three Bloods”.
As much as he wished it different. There was no longer any doubt in Sagen’s mind as too the validity of the prophecy, and rather or not he was the named “Wizard King”.
It still seemed strange, even after all his countless years studying the subject. How prophecy always had a way of coming true. Now it came for him. Not just any prophecy. But one that he himself had read and translated. Fate it seemed, was the cruelest bitch of all.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Prelude I
There was a full moon visible through the open balcony doors. A warm breeze teasing the curtains as it whispered through the room. Bringing a soothing sensation to Sagen as it dried the sweat from his chest.
What an exquisite night, he thought. Glancing over at the gorgeous woman who lay, still panting at his side.
Sagen poured himself a glass of wine from the decanter on the bedside table. Allowing the taste to play across his tongue before he swallowed. The texture was a little off. Not much. But there was something there that wasn’t meant to be.. Or was it? Regardless, the wine was good. Imported all the way from the Vallon of the deep Eastworld. Anything less would be a crime on such an exquisite night.
A perfect night to die, he realized bitterly as he took another sip of wine.
Damn me, he cursed himself silently. Knowing full well he was already damned. If only she could have waited a little longer. Or better yet. If only he never fallen in love with the vicious woman in the first place. Then perhaps he could have just killed the bitch, finished his research, won the war, and finished his life as the greatest King that ever lived.
Unfortunately, it seemed destiny wasn’t nearly so kind. At least not to him. Not by a long shot.
What an exquisite night, he thought. Glancing over at the gorgeous woman who lay, still panting at his side.
Sagen poured himself a glass of wine from the decanter on the bedside table. Allowing the taste to play across his tongue before he swallowed. The texture was a little off. Not much. But there was something there that wasn’t meant to be.. Or was it? Regardless, the wine was good. Imported all the way from the Vallon of the deep Eastworld. Anything less would be a crime on such an exquisite night.
A perfect night to die, he realized bitterly as he took another sip of wine.
Damn me, he cursed himself silently. Knowing full well he was already damned. If only she could have waited a little longer. Or better yet. If only he never fallen in love with the vicious woman in the first place. Then perhaps he could have just killed the bitch, finished his research, won the war, and finished his life as the greatest King that ever lived.
Unfortunately, it seemed destiny wasn’t nearly so kind. At least not to him. Not by a long shot.
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