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"So, have you figured it out yet?" Gardener said to the relaxing Zakerin. It had been two weeks since he'd been left there.
"Think so." Zakerin responded.
"So?"
"Its the Sword, isnt it? The Sword absorbed the Hate released when the Winged people sealed the Mage king, and it began to devoured everything until it started feeding on itself."
Gardener was impressed. The kid was the person he'd been waiting for.
"You got it right."
"Ive figured out a few other things while sitting here. One is who you probably are, another is what this place is. And Ive done some studying on the Spell circle." It was ingenious actually. It had to be unsealed in the right order, or everything would be released at once, killing everything in a 100k mile radius.
"Oh really?" Gardener replied, not really thinking that the kid could've figured him out after all these years of fooling some of the greatest minds of the ages.
"Yeah. You're the Mage king's first son, the one who died." Zakerin replied, stretching. "Not many people bother to research you, as you were killed in battle with the Zagerini wars, and no one outside the family knows that you were the first inheritor of the the Eye. You are what is currently classified as a Bound Spirit. And your name is Zakariah."
Now Gardener, or Zakariah as he was truly known, was a bit scared. This kid was smarter than most everyone. "How'd you figure it out?"
"First, I had to think on how the Mage King looked. You're really similar to him, you know? The thing that kept me from thinking you were him, though, was that you dont seem to actually be angry. I can feel the anger in the air, the pure hate that exists under this seal. You're just bored."
"My father, Zak, had his true love slaughtered before his eyes, by creatures that you would refer to as the Elemental Spirits. They still keep an eye on this place, and on the main families."
"Families?" That wasnt in any of his history books....
"Yeah. Zak was roughly 700 years old when I was born. Every century he married into a different species. Some say he had relationships outside his marriages. The main families are from his decendants of the humanoid races- humans, elves, dwarves, Vampires... and the occasional dragon."
Zakerin took this to mean that the branch families were unimportant main family members, and nodded.
"I guess I might as well tell you. I was-"
"Clairvoyant."
"Yeah." Zakariah ran a hand through his hair. "You have three destinies ahead of you. One is where you go on to be feared as one of the most powerful beings of all time, one you live as the creature of those that should be your enemies- destroying on command until you are put down by an enemy that none can stand against."
Zakerin winced. "And the third?"
"Two words: Not Good."
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah. Now, you have three options infront of you. One is that you stay here, and train with me. You'll learn to control your powers, and develop new ones. You'll commune with nature and grow strong- but you'll have to sacrifice your life as a Guardian."
Zakerin nodded and Zakariah continued. "Second, you can go on as a Guardian, and return when you find yourself having to choose between doing what you know is right, and what is told. This is the future where most is in question. You could win it all or lose it all."
Another nod.
"Finally, you can finish your training, and forget I ever existed. This is the easiest choice, as you will simply never know what could've happened. Return to the waterfall when you've made your choice."
The spirit disappeared and left Zakerin to his choices.
Zakerin was dumbstruck. What to choose, what to decide. Did he want what future? He sat there for an hour, simply staring at the seal.
"Is my stupid son gone?" a gruff voice asked, sounding as if the words didnt fit the mouth.
Zakerin looked around in shock. He hadnt sensed anyone.
"Im talking in your head, dumbass."
"I-I take it you're the Mage King?" he'd gone mad. Well, what had he expected? This wasnt exactly an easy choice.
"No, Im Micheal Jackson. Of course Im Zak, you idiot." The voice-Zak- continued. "Allow me to grant you a gift, because you surmounted your tasks. Three of them to be exact."
"A... gift?"
"Yes, you know, like 'congratulations'. You get these no matter what you pic to do. If you dont release me, someone else will. Or the world will end, destroyed by those that I would love to kill. But what do I care for a world that kills all I care about? Go to the Blade, your gifts will be in front of it." the voice went silent.
"Zak?" Silence. "Mage King?" Still nothing.
Curious, Zakerin approached the sword. Looking at it again, it was easier to see the ugliness of the pillars, and the simple beauty of the blade. It was not a weapon of war, as most blades were, but a weapon for destruction. A black blade of undetermined length, and a simple grip. It had a single edge, and minor runes inscribed on it- at least, they were small runes, Zakerin couldnt read them.
On the ground rested three objects. A sack with what seemed to be three orbs, a long package that held a withered arm, and small knife, seemingly made of the same substance as the Sword.
"The Arm is to replace your lost one. Set it over the stump and it will be just as if you'd never lost your arm. The Stachel will hold anything you wish, and as much as you put in. Currently there are three eggs that have absorbed your blood, so you are their keeper. The knife is my own creation. Your blade will absorb it and be able to take many shapes, and warn you of danger." The black knife joined with his Memorymetal blade as he put the arm to his stump.
The psin was bearable, but like a steady burning. He felt his energies change, and mingle with those of the arm.
"What did you do?!"
"I made magical contracts unable to bind on you. This includes death spells. You will heal faster than you previously did, and most Dragons will tolerate your presence. You can also unlock my seals."
A great gift, one that meant that Zak was either extremely wise, extremely uncaring, or that Zakerin was going to need it.
"I see you've decided." And strangley, he had. "When you have to decide between your soul and your life, return here. I will explain things then. Collect the Four spirit blades- they will help you in the future. And Zakerin, good luck."
Zakerin walked away, silently thanking the former King. As he approached the waterfall, Zakariah appeared.
"You dont have to tell me, I see it in your eyes. Good luck, Terika is waiting." A dragon landed before him, and gestured for him to mount.
No one made his destiny but him.
 Azzy Rael · Thu May 13, 2010 @ 02:50am · 0 Comments |
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