path of power: book 2: the book of dawn and dusk by h. o. de jonge
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Harry Olferman de Jonge was born on the 21st of February 1989
and grew up in a small town in South Africa with his grandparents.
Growing up he found he had a love for a good book, which sparked
the obsessive collection of as many books as possible. Days and
nights were spent in front of his beloved books, until the day came
that he decided to take up the pen himself. And from that came the
first of what is predicted to be hundreds of stories written by anauthor named H.O. de Jonge.
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P A T H
O F
P O W E R :
B O O K 2
T H E B O O K O F D A W N A N D D U S K
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To my sister and grandmother, my favourite two women in this and
any other world.
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H O D e J onge
P A T H O F P O W E R :
B O O K
2
T H E B O O K O F D A W N A N D D U S K
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Copyright © H. O. De Jonge
The right of H. O. De Jonge to be identified as author of this work
has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 ofthe Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,
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ISBN 978 184963 564 6
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2014)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd.
25 Canada Square
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Acknowledgments
To my family, for their endless support. Without you none of this
would ever have happened.
To Theodore Dean Weilbach. Your support and constantconstructive feedback has helped to greatly improve the quality of
my work. You truly are one of the best friends a person can ask for.
To Mia. P, you are by far the most talented artist I know personally,
and your help to create a map that I am willing to have associated
with my work is greatly appreciated. To my friends, you might be
few and far between but I would prefer keeping the people I would
die for at a minimum.
To my readers, your support has been the most important thing tome from the start. I am thrilled that I have received another
opportunity to share my stories with you.
To my publishers, the people who believed in me from the start and
took a chance on an unknown author from a small town in South
Africa.
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Prologue
Darkness started to spread across the sky enveloping not just the
light but also seemingly every feeling of happiness and hope.
Servilius made his way down the panicking streets of the city of
Profugus, the Black-Elf citizens stampeding in every direction to
escape the fate that has now found them and threatened to destroy
them. Servilius was just as afraid as the rest of the Black-Elves but
for all his flaws he at least had the ability to maintain a level head inmoments of crisis. He knew very well that the evil that was just
released needed to be stopped for the sake of the entire world. And
the only way to stop it was in the ethereal tower in the centre of the
city. The book had been used to lock the creature away before, it
could do so again.
“The Balarto is free!” someone from behind Servilius shouted.
A new wave of panic spread through the crowd of people at the
name of the evil creature.
Servilius could definitely understand the panic the frantic elves
experienced, the Balarto was by far the worst of all the ancient
demon lords. And now it was running amok in the city of the very
people who had imprisoned him for so long.
A sudden roaring sound from behind Servilius caught his
attention, but before looking back he first ducked behind an alley
wall. At the very moment when Servilius put his back to the stonewall a wave of shadow sped past the spot in the street he had just
vacated. The beast was fully free then, he thought as the shadows
started to spread into the alley where he was hiding. Hysterical
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maniacally laughter rent through the air causing a shiver to run
down Servilius’ back. A high-pitched voice with the same maniacal
properties suddenly sounded from everywhere. Servilius was not
really sure if the voice emerged from the surrounding shadows or just sounded inside his head.
“Death! Blood! Fun!”
The sudden proclamation of doom spurred Servilius to run
again. The creature would not leave until he had killed, enslaved
and destroyed the entire city; this at least meant he had time.
As he moved through the empty alleyways of the city it seemed
that the shadow itself followed him. The idea made Servilius shiver
again and awoke a new sense of urgency inside him.
As Servilius made his way through the darkening streets he
heard explosions in the distance followed by the crumbling sound of
stone and brick. The shadows themselves seemed to be alive and
watching, each making sure its master’s prey did not escape.
“Omnibus locis fit caedes! Omnibus locis fit caedes!” the
Balarto’s voice called as people screamed and died. The smell of
fire, blood, and death filled the ever chilling air. It was like hopeitself was being killed. Servilius could not remember ever feeling
anything like this before. Could this be what it was like when the
old gods ran free in the lands? Servilius wondered to himself.
The ethereal tower seemed to grow out of the earth like a flower
as the elf approached it. The tower was made from solid ebony that
rose into the sky, seven sharp towers forming a sort of crown at the
top, the tallest of which held what Servilius needed. What the world
needed.
“Servilius! What has happened?” a voice called to him as he
reached the door to the tower.
“Caius? You are still alive. Praise the Lord of Heaven,”
Servilius said as he saw the Priest of the Ancients running towards
him. “The Balarto has escaped Caius, we need to seal it up again.”
“But how has this happened? What happened to Uriel?” Caius
asked as the two made their way into the tower. As they enteredServilius paused to stare back at his city, a shadow denser than
normal covered the entire city and not a star could be seen in the
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sky, even the moon was just a dull grey circle. Fires burned in every
direction, none of which truly gave off any light or heat whatsoever.
A tear ran down Servilius’ cheek as he saw the carnage and
devastation, and as the tear fell so did a building in the distance. Heturned and walked after Caius into the dark entrance hall of the
tower, the faint calls of “Omnibus locis fit caedes!” still audible
through the thick walls.
“What does that mean?” Servilius asked as the two elves
stepped on to the first step of the tower.
“What does what mean?” Caius asked as the stairs began to
move upwards, taking them to the top of the tower.
“That thing the Balarto keeps yelling,” Servilius said attempting
to balance himself on the moving stair.
Caius looked solemn at the question and refused to meet
Servilius’ gaze as he said, “Omnibus locis fit caedes. Let there be
slaughter everywhere.”
Servilius felt the blood drain from his face, we are all doomed,
he thought as they made their assent in a grave silence.
When they reached the top of the stairs Caius immediately ran toa podium in the middle of the room. Servilius paused to stare out
over the city through the east side balcony. The room was
surrounded by four large balconies, one on each side giving the
room a very spacious feel. If it wasn’t for the chaos and destruction
taking place below them it would have been quite a beautiful sight.
“How are we stopping the thing?” Servilius asked as another
building collapsed in the distance. “Will we seal it back in
someone?”
“No, I’m afraid that spell requires about twenty elf mage
masters. We only have the two of us, neither a master,” Caius shook
his head.
“Then how are we going to stop it?” Servilius asked with regret,
for he knew full well he did not want to hear the answer that would
follow.
“Runes have been placed all around our city for just thiseventuality. The council knew that should the Balarto ever escape
all hope will be lost for our people,” Caius stared up from the book
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as he said his next words, “All we can do now is stop that thing
from wreaking havoc on the rest of Anarchos.”
The words rang in Servilius’ ears with an iron certainty, but he
could not bring himself to believe what he had just heard. He staredout over the city that had been his home for over eight hundred
years, and then raised his gaze to the horizon. Out there, there were
unsuspecting people who did not know of the danger that had been
unleashed, innocent people who deserved death no more than any of
the people of Profugus. If there was no way to save the elves, then
at least they could save the rest of Anarchos.
“What do you need me to do?” Servilius asked Caius with a
steely resolve on his face.
Caius nodded his appreciation of his comrade’s calm
demeanour. He then turned the book that lay before him on its spine
so Servilius could see both the gleaming white and draining black
covers of the book. Caius then split the black and white again,
opening the book perfectly in the middle. “The spell will take some
time to activate the runes, so you can count on the Balarto realising
what we are doing. It will come here to stop us as soon as it does,I’m sure. So both of us are going to die here in this room for sure
tonight,” he stopped as if waiting for some sort of horrified
response. When Servilius did not oblige he continued, “You need to
stall it long enough for me to finish the spell. I have heard you are a
very well accomplished caster yourself so I will trust to your
ingenuity as to how you will manage that.”
“I will manage,” Servilius nodded.
“Good. Then let’s begin,” Caius said, both elves nodding at oneanother.
And so Caius started to read the chanting spell from the book
with the chiming grace expected from his kind. With every word
uttered Servilius’ heart beat faster and faster, a cold sweat trickling
down his neck. His eyes were locked on the city below, expecting to
see some sort of sign that the Balarto knew what was happening. He
thought the sign had come as a sudden vibration emerged from
beneath his feet. Then with a pang like some sort of giant bell the
tower itself rang out in rhythm with Caius’ chant. Suddenly the little
bit of light left was slowly being extinguished, starting at an
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epicentre just above the tower. Servilius imagined some sort of
black net being cast over them, a net that would spread, until it
covered the entire city.
Then the sign he had been expecting showed itself.An explosion larger than all the others erupted in the city below.
A maniacally scream of rage filling the air like a wolf’s howl.
Servilius readied himself for what was to come, but he was not
ready for what happened. A streak of black cloud shot up into the
air from where the explosion had just taken place. It rose into the air
and then collided with something solid in the sky, then charged
down at where he was standing. It landed in a haze of black clouds
on the balcony before him bringing with it a biting cold. The
Balarto was veiled in shadows where it rose to its feet before
Servilius who felt his heart beating beneath his tongue. When the
creature stood fully erect it was twice the size of Servilius who
already towered above most mortals.
“Now, now boys. You’ve been very bad,” the Balarto said with
an exaggerated mocking tone. “You wouldn’t want to hurt my
feelings, now would you?” the demon giggled sickly as it slowlymade its way forward, its visage never truly entering into the light.
With a quick succession of movement Servilius formed the
necessary symbols to cast his spell. The Balarto was still giggling as
the spell took effect and hooked chains shot from the walls and
floor to bind the creature. Bars of thick iron shot out of the ground,
forming a cage around the Balarto as the hooks dug into its flesh.
Servilius breathed deeply with fatigue, but a grin spread across
his face as he realised the Balarto was no longer giggling.
“Not so funny in there is it?” Servilius mocked the motionless
creature. He then turned to Caius who was still chanting the spell
from the book and yelled, “I bought some time, but it won’t…”
The words were cut off as a large, long fingered hand closed
around Servilius’ throat. A deep gravelly voice so unlike the one
before spoke right next to Servilius’ ear, “I am really getting tired of
you little bastards trying to cage me up.”Servilius never saw how the demon got out of its cage and
bindings, nor did he ever see the thing’s face. The next moment
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pain shot through his body, and was immediately followed by a
warm sensation running down his stomach.
The next thing he knew he was flung against one of the walls,
and the room filled with hysterical laughter. Servilius slipped in andout of consciousness as he lay there in the corner, dying. He heard
Caius’ last few chanting words before the Balarto killed him as
well. Again it laughed its hysterical laughter and he felt a tear
escape his closed eye. He opened it and found that he was still alive.
Caius was ripped in two, his body lying on one end of the room, his
head on the other. The Balarto was standing on the balcony
surveying his work and snickering with joy. Deciding to continue
his devastation of the city, it leapt down to the city floor. Serviliusstruggled to move his legs, but they would not obey. His arm,
however, would.
It took him what felt like hours to reach the toppled podium and
book. It was still open on the page Caius was reading from, in fact
there were only about three more lines to go from where Caius had
left off.
He cleared his throat, then putting the last of his life energy intoit, he read the last few lines. The Balarto was back instantly, yet still
too late. It barely took one step towards Servilius before the final
word was uttered, and the tower gave one last almighty clang
sealing the city for all eternity. The last thing Servilius saw was the
Balarto screaming in fury and agony, the sight was so sweet to
behold he gave one last giggle before he was taken by death.
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1Six months after the fall of Pensilisurbis
A river of crystal clear water trickled through the valley, a gold
shimmering colour reflecting off the surface as the sun set over the
horizon. A light breeze gathered up the leaves of the nearby trees as
the sound of clashing metal broke the peaceful atmosphere of the
twilight covered valley. A trickle of blood ran down Alexander'sarm where the blade of the she-elf had just cut him, her slender long
sword curved just like her lips. The elf had black grey skin as
smooth and perfect as worked granite. She wore no shoes as her feet
were like those of a monkey and from her back sprouted the long
slender tail of a monkey as well. She smiled at her successful blow
as she danced backwards away from Alexander’s assault. They both
moved more rapidly and graceful than any mere human could ever
dream of as they parried one another’s attacks. Alexander wore aleather armoured jacket and wielded two swords, one of pure white,
the other jet black. His hair was a mahogany colour and fell to his
shoulders curtaining his alabaster white face with its shockingly
blue eyes. Blue eyes that seemed to lose their solidity for a moment
as the Prince of Angelia called upon his ancient bloodline’s power.
As the she-elf danced backwards out of Alexander’s reach, he
breathed out slowly, and instead of just air a stream of fire shot
forth. The she-elf twirled out of the fire’s way, the end of her long jet black hair singed by the heat. A musical giggle chimed from her
as she launched forward with a new wave of attacks. Alexander
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fended her off as best he could but another slice caught him, this
time on his cheek.
“I warned you about wasted movements, didn’t I?” she mocked,
dancing backwards again.Alexander reached up to his face and wiped away the line of
blood with the back of his hand. No scar was left behind.
“Such an unfair ability that,” the elf shook her head.
“If you think that is unfair wait till you see this!” Alexander
yelled as he sliced the air before him with his sword. A rush of air
seemed to charge forward as he did so, and as it collided with the
ground and trees they split in two as if struck by some invisiblegiant’s sword. The elf , however, twirled easily out of the way, her
fingers working furiously forming elven runes.
“Another wasted movement, I keep telling you that it shouldn’t
look impressive it should be effective.” She finished the runes and
placed her palm forward, an enormous rush of golden flames
licking forward at Alexander.
Dropping both swords to the ground he raised his hands into the
air. The crystal surface of the river was suddenly distorted as he brought its content forward and into the fire. The stream of water
hissed as it met the flames, and within seconds the air was filled
with a thick white mist. The white steam was so thick all around
that Alexander could barely see his own hands before him. But that
also held for the elf he knew, and this was also perfect for the new
trick he had devised. Focusing on the air around him he
manipulated it to start spinning violently, stirring the mist around
him into a white tornado. Then closing his hand into a fist the mist
suddenly froze, a storm of flying icicles suddenly surrounded the elf
who attempted with no success to cover her face with her arms. It
was no use, she quickly realized that if she did not do something
fast she would be cut to ribbons. Alexander expected the attack
before it came. He was already forming the elven runes before she
sped forward with her sword held back for a final blow. He was still
new to the elven magic so he did not manage to cast the full spell
before she was upon him. He cast the half of the binding spell
before she was close enough to attack. Stone arms shot from the
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ground beneath her, grabbing both legs in their stony grips. She fell
forward, her sword tumbling out of her grip.
“Got you,” Alexander smiled catching her sword and racing
forward to end it with her own weapon.“You forgot the hands,” the elf said pulling what looked like a
crossbow without string from behind her. The wooden weapon was
covered in elven runes from top to bottom that started glowing as
she pointed it at Alexander. Before he could stop in time there was a
loud crack and he flew through the air away from the elf. His back
struck a tree that cracked and fell on top of him.
“Yield?” was the next word Alexander heard as the elf stood
above him.
“Yield,” he confirmed.
“Good,” the elf smiled a dazzling smile, then lifted the tree off
of Alexander as if it weighed nothing more than a twig.
“Shadow, Ghost,” Alexander called his swords to him as he got
to his feet. Clouds of black and white immediately erupted before
him, and as his hands closed around the swirling clouds they
suddenly solidified into the two swords. “Become one,” he addedand the two swords merged into one.
As he and the elf walked to her campsite Alexander sheathed the
weapon at his side.
“You did well today,” the elf said as they walked into her
campsite. It was a pretty standard place as far as campsites went;
there was a tent next to a circle of stones where wood was piled for
the night’s fire. A pot filled with vegetables for the night’s vegetarian meal stood expectantly next to a log that served as the
seat next to the fire at night.
“Still not good enough,” Alexander said undoing the straps of
his leather armour. After he removed the jacket he took off his tunic
to reveal a massive purple bruise where the blast of the rune bow
had struck him. If he had not been wearing armour the blast would
have torn him apart.
“You are a lot better than you were in the beginning,” she saidgoing through her bag which was lying next to the stump along with
Alexander’s satchel.
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This was true Alexander thought. He had always thought of
himself as a good swordsman, he had after all grown up hunting
pirates and had never lost a sword fight. That is until Pensilisurbis.
The elven general had swatted him aside like a fly, and he would bedead today if not for the help from the silver eyed visitor and the
Tapliens. Buffo and his people luckily were skilled enough to
nullify the poison in his system. Since then he had trained with
Buffo in the art of water manipulation, the last element he could
learn to master. Unless he somehow found a master able to teach
him lightning manipulation and according to Dante, Cain was the
only one left who could manipulate lightning. Somehow Alexander
doubted his power hungry uncle would teach him anything, hewasn’t exactly known for sharing power.
It was after one of his lessons with Buffo that Alexander had
met Helena. The sight of anyone who did not resemble a giant toad
in the Taplien city was definitely noteworthy. She had come into
town to buy supplies she could not be bothered to scrounge up on
her own.
“She’s lived on the outskirts of our lands since her people fell.
She leaves every now and again to hunt down some demon or
another, but she always finds her way back here. She is the last of
her kind so she prefers to keep to herself mostly,” Buffo had told
Alexander when he enquired as to the Black-Elf’s presence.
It seemed to be a kismet meeting to Alexander who felt so lost
without his old mentor to guide him. Since Dante’s capture he had
been obsessing over what he would do once he was finished with
his training in water manipulation. He still needed to learn elvenrune magic so he went to her camp that night to ask for her help.
When he reached her campsite he found a less than warm welcome,
however.
“Go away,” were the only words she could spare him.
“I’m sorry? I just-”
“Go away.”
“All-” “Go away.”
“But-”
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“GO AWAY,” she drew her sword.
The action caused Alexander to reach for his weapon as well,
but before his hand could close around his sword’s hilt she attacked.
Alexander was only able to block the first attack, the secondstopped inches away from his throat
“I thought Angelians were a little better than this. I must admit if
you are the best hope at defeating Cain we are all doomed,” she
whispered in a malevolent voice.
“How did?” Alexander began to ask but felt the question die in
his throat.
“I saw you learning water manipulation from Buffo, and onlyAngelians can manage that. And I know you want to kill Cain
because I know how it feels to have your home destroyed. A desire
to exact vengeance upon the one who destroyed your home is a
given,” she drew back. “You flurry around too much. Your style of
fighting looks impressive, and that scares lesser warriors into
making foolish mistakes. Looking good, however, is not good
enough to defeat true masters.”
That was the first time Alexander realised he might not be asgood as he thought. It was true, he had defeated a lot of warriors
before, but none had the necessary training to be called blade
masters.
The realisation left him feeling hollow inside. For all his flaws
he at least always considered himself to be a good swordsman, but
everything of late had proven the opposite. He was still weak.
“Thank you for the advice, I’m sorry I bothered you,” he said in
a defeated manner.
He had already started walking away and sheathed his sword
when she called him back , “Wait!”
Alexander turned to look at her, she had sheathed her sword as
well. “Come sit. I’ll hear what you have to say.”
For a moment Alexander considered declining and just letting it
go, but then the thought of Dante and Merrick entered his mind. His
friends had been captured by Cain’s generals and were in alllikelihood being tortured for information on him. He had to do
anything and everything he could to rescue them. And so he pleaded
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his case with Helena, he told her everything. Who he really was,
what he had gone through, and what he needed to still accomplish.
He then begged her for her help, not just with rune magic, but to
teach him to fight like her as well.“What do I get out of this?” she asked Alexander, her hazel
brown eyes seemingly looking through his soul. “Cain is of no
threat to me, neither has he directly wronged me. I gain nothing by
helping you.”
“What would you ask of me?” Alexander asked, feeling more
than guessing that there was something specific she wanted.
“Well you are Angelian,” she paused as if waiting for him to try
and deny it. “Your people were created specifically to maintain
order on this world. It is said that nothing in this world can ever
grow more powerful than an Angelian.”
“There are things,” Alexander said shortly.
The elf looked at him for a moment as if measuring him up,
when she was done she said, “Yes that might be so, but in the end
you have the most power of the mortal beings. A lot more than I can
ever hope to achieve,” Helena paused again, an expression on herface Alexander knew too well. He had worn that expression ever
since his mother had been killed. It was shame. Shame of her own
weakness.
“The thing that killed my people is far too powerful for me to
kill, but with your help that might be possible,” she looked hungrily
at Alexander. “I told you I know how it feels to want vengeance on
the thing that destroyed your home and loved ones. I know where
the thing that wronged me is, if you promise to help me kill it I will
teach you all you need to know.”
“You have my word,” Alexander said without a second thought.
And so for the last five months Alexander had been training
with Buffo in the mornings, and Helena in the evenings. At night he
practiced his magic on his own from out the spell book he had
gotten from Pensilisurbis.
“Here rub this ointment on, it should help with the bruising and pain,” Helena held out a small clay pot.
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“No thanks, I’ll be fine,” Alexander waved away the offered
ointment.
“As you wish, I figure if I offer enough times you will accept it
sooner or later,” Helena started rubbing the ointment over the cutsshe had gotten from the ice storm. “You seem to have pretty much
mastered water manipulation.”
“That was water wielding not manipulation,” Alexander
corrected her.
“What is the difference?” Helena asked.
“Water wielding allows me to shift the state of the water from
liquid to solid or gas. Water manipulation is just getting the water todo what you want it to in the form it already is in.” Alexander
summoned forth a flame and lit Helena’s campfire for her.
“But how is that possible? Only Angelians can use wielding and
I have seen Buffo shift the state of the water before,” she put the
ointment back in her bag, the cuts on her arms already healing.
“Buffo isn’t exactly a normal Taplien is he. He is over nine
thousand years old after all, that makes him the oldest living thing
in all of Anarchos. Something happened to Buffo long ago that hewon’t tell me about, but whatever it is, it has enabled him to do
more than just manipulate.”
“Is that even possible?” Helena asked picking up the pot of
vegetable stew and placing it over the fire.
“Apparently. You can’t see a person’s inner energy like I can,
but I can tell you Buffo’s is nothing like anything I have ever seen
before. He could probably live another nine thousand years easily ifsomeone doesn’t kill him,” Alexander explained as he played with
the dancing flame.
“His granddaughter threatening him with death again I take it?”
Helena smiled at the thought.
“As per usual, yes. Something about him not being too old to
wipe his feet before walking in her house or something like that.
She actually just might kill him this time,” Alexander smiled too.
He had grown quite fond of the Tapliens and their peaceful lifestyle.“To answer your earlier question, yes I have pretty much mastered
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water wielding. Buffo says the rest is up to me to master on my
own.”
“Then I suppose you will be leaving soon?” Helena asked
hesitantly.“Could it be you have actually grown fond of my company?”
Alexander raised his eyebrow at her.
“Don’t be silly. You just still have a debt to repay me,
remember. I don’t want you vanishing before you pay it,” Helena
said refusing to look at Alexander.
“Yes I suppose it does mean I will be leaving soon. But I don’t
think I’m ready to fight the thing you told me of. ”“Oh no, you are nowhere ready for the Balarto. You can’t even
beat me yet,” she stopped at the look Alexander gave her. “So
where are you planning on going next then?”
“I’m not really sure yet,” Alexander’s expression suddenly
turned serious. “Dante wanted me to learn all the wielding arts. I’m
not sure what he had intended for after that.”
Alexander had never felt as lost as he had since Dante’s capture.
Dante always held the answers, always knew what to do next.
“I have to go,” Alexander said suddenly, “Buffo will be
wondering where I am.”
He got up and grabbed his satchel in mid stride. It wasn’t
completely true, Buffo knew exactly where he was. The thought of
Dante and Merrick being tortured somewhere just made Alexander
feel sick to his stomach.
“See you tomorrow then?” Helena asked in a timid voice thatmade him feel guilty. He knew she thought she had just angered
him.
“See you tomorrow Helena,” he said over his shoulder with the
best smile he could muster. To his relief she at least smiled back at
him.
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2
The valley was completely covered in darkness when Alexander got
back to the Taplien city. The buildings of the Taplien city were all
completely comprised of living and still growing plants, giving the
place a magical feel like something out of a fairy-tale. It was by far
the most calming and peaceful place Alexander had ever visited,which was good seeing as being calm under pressure was the main
ingredient in water manipulation.
Staying calm was not a problem for him anymore, however, he
was angry only at himself to the result that he seemed to resent
himself for not being stronger than he was.
“Boy child,” Ashena, Buffo’s great granddaughter said as
Alexander entered their home, “you’re home early.”
The Tapliens, while an odd race were nothing Alexander was
not used to. He had spent the last year alone as a pupil to a race of
eagle and lion men, and to a young boy who had the head of a
mouse. The Tapliens were a bit different though. Where the Pride
and Moondrakes had the appearance of some sort of crossing
between men and animals the Tapliens seemed to be nothing more
than giant toads that had learned to stand upright and talk. On their
backs there were blue crystals that glowed soothingly, a result of
their staying in the tranquil valley they called home.
“Yes,” Alexander agreed, this was fairly early for him to be
back home, “I wasn’t up to much company tonight.”
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“Ah, understood,” she nodded understandingly. “Would you like
some food before going up?”
“No thanks Ashena, I appreciate it though,” Alexander’s eyes
paused momentarily on Buffo’s empty seat.“He is still with the elder council,” Ashena said as she saw what
he was looking at.
“Still?” Alexander enquired.
“Yes, they are discussing something of great importance
apparently. Don’t ask me what, they don’t tell anyone outside the
council anything.”
Alexander nodded then left for his room upstairs. The room thatBuffo had given him was quite comfortable. It had a giant lily pad
for a bed, softer than anything he had ever slept on before. A shame
really, since he never really slept anymore. Against the wall
Alexander had assembled his alchemy set to experiment with
whenever he had time; he had grown quite fond of the art. It kept
his mind occupied for hours on end and also seemed to have a
rather calming effect on him. Black sludge was currently brewing in
the glass bottles, resembling tar as it gave a sticky bubble everynow and then. Nightshade’s truth it was called, according to the
book Lisa, the witch from the wandering city had given him. Once
it was done it would be one of the most powerful truth serums in
existence. He would need it once he was ready to rescue Dante and
Merrick to find out where they were being kept.
Alexander sat down on his bed with a sigh, he felt so frustrated
at times that he just wanted to scream. The hatred inside him grew
day by day, and the list of those he wished to exact his vengeance
upon grew with it. Fabien the Black-Elf who had almost killed him
back at Pensilisurbis and also the Black General of Cain’s army.
Peramier the White General who had captured Dante. Guerra the
Red General and Cain’s Lord of War, the one responsible for the
siege on Pensilisurbis and the death of King Garret Swan, and also
the one who captured Merrick. Cain’s Cloaked General the one who
has destroyed so much, including the city of Moondrake resulting in
the death of Klaus, Alexander's air manipulation master. Most of all
Cain himself, the man who took everything from Alexander, and
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then just kept on destroying. All these men needed to die by his
hand, yet he did not know if that power even lay within him.
A knock at the door brought Alexander out of his revelry.
“Come in,” he called“Alexander?” Young Meg, another one of Buffo’s
granddaughters asked peering through the crack in the door.
“Grandfather asked that you join the council as soon as you return
from your training with the she-elf.”
“The council?” Alexander asked shocked. No one ever got into
the council meeting unless it was of great importance.
“Yes. It sounded important,” Young Meg said. “I’ll be there in a minute then,” Alexander assured her.
She nodded then vanished behind the door again. Alexander
leant down to his chest of worldly belongings and opened it. On top
there lay a crimson cloak weaved from phoenix feathers, the
material brilliantly bright and beautiful. He leant down and removed
the cloak throwing it over his shoulders as he rose to his feet again.
The cloak gave off a pleasant heat due to its magical properties, it
was a very soothing feeling.
As he moved through the narrow passageways to the council
chamber the crimson cloak blew about him, causing him to look
like some sort of fire spirit wandering the streets.
The building that housed the council chamber was one of the
biggest and oldest trees in the city. It was a giant willow bigger than
most noblemen’s homes. A shimmering light emerged from its top
between the hanging leaf covered vines. There Alexander knew thecouncil was waiting for him.
“Ah Alexander, good. They are waiting for you,” the Taplien
who had gotten guard duty croaked before the willow’s doorway.
“Thanks Emmet,” Alexander nodded his thanks beneath the
crimson cloak’s hood.
The inside of the willow was gorgeous, everything seemed to be
built out of willow vines, from the furniture to the enormous
spiralling staircase. Candles hung from the walls from mini
chandeliers resembling willow trees. As Alexander made his way
up the staircase he gazed in wonder at the brilliant water paintings.
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“You mean you found a way for me to learn the arts of the
Angelians without an Angelian to teach me?” Alexander asked
flabbergasted. He found it difficult to believe that anyone could find
an answer to a question not even Dante could answer.“Yes,” Buffo said simply.
“How?” Alexander asked after he realised no one was going to
elaborate.
“There is a place to the south, near the Last Point of Civilisation.
No one has known of this place in over six thousand years,” Buffo
started explaining and Alexander suddenly understood. If it was
past the Last Point of Civilisation, very few people would know
about it. No one knew what laid beyond the mountains to the south,
on occasion some brave explorer would attempt to find out, but
none ever returned to tell their heroic tales.
“What lies there that can help me?” Alexander asked with a
childlike hope blooming inside him.
“There lays a place built by Angelus himself,” Alexander moved
to the edge of his seat, “this place is known as the Pillars of
Knowledge. There you will find more knowledge than in all thelibraries in Anarchos. The Pillars have recorded everything since
the dawn of our world, and thus they will hold the secrets of your
people as well.”
“And you know the position of these Pillars?” Alexander looked
at Buffo with amazement. Only someone who has lived over nine
thousand years would know something like this, which would
explain Dante’s lack of knowledge on the subject.
“Not the exact position, no. But I know what you must look for
in the mountains in order to find it. Once you find the Pillars you
will know everything your uncle does about Angelian abilities and
more,” Buffo explained.
“Then I will find it, no matter what it takes,” Alexander
promised, fighting back fervent desire to rush off to the Pillars
without a second thought to how he would make it there.
“Then listen well,” Buffo lent forward on his chair balancinghimself with his staff , “the Pillars are beyond the Last Point of
Civilisation, in the mountains of snow and nightmare. Before you
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3The beginning of a new journey
Alexander had to exercise inordinate amounts of self-control as not
to start sprinting back to his room in order to pack his things. He
felt completely revitalized now that he once again had a destination,
now that he once again had a plan. And once he reaches the Pillars
and learns all he needs to know about the Angelian powers that laydormant inside him, he would be able to rescue Dante and Merrick,
he was sure of that.
“That was quick,” Ashena said as Alexander entered the house
again.
“Yes it was,” he agreed not looking at her as he spoke. “I am
going to go upstairs to pack. I’m leaving soon.”
“I guessed that you would say that when you returned,” Ashena
said, her voice quivering more than usual.
The sudden emotion in Ashena’s voice made Alexander pause
as he reached the stairs to his room. As he turned to face her he
said, “I will miss you Ashena. You really made this place feel like a
home to me,” he paused to steel himself a bit more, “and that is a
hard thing to accomplish for someone like me who has never really
known a home, not since I was a child.”
“Oh Alexander,” Ashena said with a tear in her eye as sherushed to hug him. Her head rested on his stomach as her arms
closed around his waist. Tenderly Alexander closed his arms around
her neck and squeezed back.
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“Now go and pack boy. I’ll fix you some food you can take on
the road. It’s not an easy path back to civilisation from outside our
village,” she said patting Alexander’s hand and turning to the
kitchen with a sniff.Alexander would truly miss Ashena, he thought as he closed his
room’s door behind him, the sound of scuttling in the kitchen fading
away. She was one of the kindest creatures he had ever met, a
motherly nature about her that made anyone comfortable around
her.
With a sigh he stared around at the room he had occupied for the
last few months. Packing would not be hard, nor would it be a long
drawn out process.
In fact it took Alexander all of an hour to be fully ready to go,
with his armour on and the satchel bearing his books and potions
strapped on safely. Shadow and Ghost were hanging in their
scabbard from his side and his cloak was flung around his
shoulders, the hood drawn back.
The alchemy set with the black bubbling potion inside it still
stood next to the wall however. It was far too big to be carried alongon the kind of journey that lay ahead.
He also left the trunk before his bed that was filled with his
clothes, most of which had been made for him by Ashena. One
spare shirt and pair of pants would have to suffice for this trip,
without a horse the trunk would be just a big burden.
“Alexander?” the ancient voice of Buffo asked from behind the
door.
“Come in Buffo, it’s not locked,” Alexander called as he slipped
his silver dagger into its scabbard strapped to his boot.
“You were in such a hurry when you heard about the Pillars I
was afraid I might be too late,” Buffo said walking into the room
resting most of his body weight on his cane, a small green
something held in his free hand.
“Like I would leave without saying goodbye to you Buffo,”
Alexander lied. In fact he was so caught up in the excitement ofhaving a plan once again that he had completely forgotten about
anyone and everyone still in the village.
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“I would hope not,” Buffo gave a small giggle then made his
way over to the lily pad bed and sat down with a groan of relief. “I
brought you a little parting gift,” he added holding out his hand
clutching the green thing.“What is it?” Alexander asked looking quizzical as he held out
his hand.
Buffo dropped the green thing into Alexander’s hand, who then
stared at it in confusion. Resting in the palm of his hand was a small
woollen knit frog.
“It’s a Grylio-Pouch. It’s made from a very old magic. And one
of the most dead useful things you will ever own,” Buffo explained.
“Uhm, what does it exactly do Buffo?” Alexander asked turning
the Grylio-Pouch over and over in his hands. It looked pretty
realistic for a woollen copy Alexander had to admit, but there was
no function he could think of putting it to, except maybe keeping
two gold coins in its mouth.
Buffo smiled at him then pointed at Alexander’s trunk with his
cane, “Point the grylio at the trunk then say ‘voro trunk’”
Alexander pointed the pouch’s knit head at his trunk then saidloudly, “Voro trunk.” As Alexander said the words the grylio
opened its mouth, and shot forth a long pink tongue that wrapped
itself ten times around the trunk. Then with speed very unlikely for
such a small object, the trunk was pulled towards the grylio which
opened its mouth wide and swallowed the trunk in one gulp.
Alexander stared incredulously at the pouch, his eyes not
completely believing what they had just witnessed. Opening the
mouth of the grylio he stared inside it, hoping to catch some sort of
glance at his trunk, but all he saw was a pitch black void.
“Dimension magic?” Alexander looked up at Buffo with his
look of incredulity increasing. Buffo only smiled as he nodded.
“Most wizards believe that dimension magic is only a myth and that
it never truly existed.”
“As I said, it’s made from a very old magic. It was given to me
on my fourth birthday by my grandfather who had gotten it from hisfather and so on. I figured you could make a little more use of it
than I.”
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“This is amazing Buffo, thank you so much,” Alexander said
still staring in awe at the grylio.
“It’s a pleasure my boy,” Buffo smiled. “Now just remember
that you need to remember what you call the objects you store inthere. The grylio will only relinquish an object you name correctly.
That’s why it’s better to keep it simple like with the trunk.”
“How do I get it back now anyway?” Alexander asked.
“Just point it away and say ‘odio trunk ,’” Buffo explained.
Alexander tried it, and as he said, “Odio trunk ,” the pouch spit
out the trunk with the same speed it had swallowed it.
“So I can basically store it under any name, I will just need toremember what name I gave it when I want it back again?”
Alexander asked as he replaced the trunk inside the grylio.
“Precisely,” Buffo nodded, “there are still a few items of mine in
there I dare say. But they have been in there for so long that I can’t
remember what I called them when I put them in there.”
“Things like what?” Alexander asked looking at Buffo in a
mischievous way.
“Mostly books, some very good pipe weed, and I think my
grandfather lost a puppy in there once.”
“How did he manage that?” Alexander asked aghast at the
image of a puppy alone and starving inside the grylio suddenly
dancing in front of his eyes.
“He wasn’t supposed to have the puppy in the house you see,
and when his mother walked in he quickly had the grylio swallow it
before his mother could see. In his haste, however, he mumbledsomething quite different to what he had intended and he could
never again come across the exact words,” Buffo laughed but when
he saw Alexander’s expression of shock he added, “Oh don’t worry
about the puppy boy, it is still perfectly safe in there. Wherever it is
the grylio stores its objects, it seems to be a place without time. If
we should ever get the dog out of there it will think no time has
passed whatsoever.”
Alexander stared down at the grylio again. Buffo was right, it
was one of the most amazing and useful things he owned now.
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“Voro Alchemy,” Alexander said, the pink tongue of the grylio
encasing the entire alchemy set and swallowing it into its storage
dimension.
“Is that all your things then?” Buffo asked looking around at theroom.
Alexander paused, a sudden expression of darkness on his face.
“One more thing,” he said. And without a sideway glance at Buffo,
he moved to the far end of the lily pad bed. Sticking his hand
beneath it he rummaged for something, and after a minute or so he
seemed to have it. He pulled out a long thin package wrapped in
cloth.
Then kneeling Alexander tenderly took the arrow from the
wrappings and placed it inside the Grylio-Pouch.
“Does that arrow carry some sort of special meaning?” Buffo
asked softly.
“Yes,” Alexander stood up again, “vengeance.”
Then he strode to the door and held it open for Buffo to pass
through. Clearly Buffo understood Alexander was not prepared to
answer any more questions about the arrow because he just got upfrom the bed and strode through the door while saying, “I can’t
remember the last time the people of this village have been this
emotional you know. You really do seem to have crawled into
everyone’s hearts.”
“Oh and you’re not going to miss me then?” Alexander asked
playfully.
Looking back at him with a sly smile as they walked down thestairs Buffo asked, “Who are you again?”
“Stop lying you old bullfrog!” Ashena scolded Buffo as she
placed what looked like a ball of seaweed into a basket.
“Maybe I should leave as well,” Buffo grumbled under his
breath, “what say you lad, have any room in your company for an
ancient old bullfrog who can barely walk a mile without needing to
sit down?”
Alexander laughed, “I think the pace I will be travelling at will
be a little too much for your old bones.”
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“Besides, you would probably die from lack of comfort if you
set even one foot outside our village,” Ashena added handing the
basket to Alexander.
“Comfort!” Buffo laughed hysterically. “Do you think it’scomfortable for someone of my age to look after a group of tadpoles
like you? Well I tell you it’s not.”
“Oh please all you do is sit in a chair and say yes or no to
everything all day long,” Ashena countered.
Alexander smiled at the quarrelling pair as he placed the basked
full of food on the ground. “Voro food” he said pointing the grylio
at the basket. Instantaneously it was swallowed up safely into the
pouch, which Alexander then strapped to his satchel.
“You try doing my job and I’ll do yours and I’ll show you how
easy it is,” Ashena continued arguing with Buffo.
“It is exactly because of stupid suggestions like that, why I am
in charge and not you,” Buffo said sticking out his long sticky
tongue and striding out of the house.
“You had better run you old fool! I’ll kill you someday I swear
it!” Ashena shook her fist in the air. Then as if no fight had justhappened at all she added to Alexander , “Well goodbye then
Alexander dear. Please do visit us again one day.”
“Definitely,” Alexander hugged her, and then not wishing to
prolong the goodbye he strode from the house after Buffo.
But as he walked through the door and into the light from the
burning torches Alexander found that more than just Buffo was
waiting outside Ashena’s house for him. What looked like the entirevillage stood outside, all of them looking particularly crestfallen.
“I told you they were all emotional. So I told them all to come
and say goodbye to you,” Buffo giggled a mischievous laugh.
Alexander’s heart swelled at the sight of all the Tapliens who
had come to see him off, all the sad yet smiling faces that hugged
him and said how badly they would miss him.
“There is one gift that we all have decided to give you,” one of
the Tapliens who Alexander recognised as the master painter said.
He beckoned for two of his assistants to come forward carrying a
huge tarp covered with a white cloth.
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“You have seen the council house where the paintings of all the
great Tapliens adorn the walls,” he waited for Alexander to nod
before continuing, “We have all come to agreement that it is time
for a new painting to join all those greats.” Then with a flurryingmotion the painter pulled the white cloth from the tarp, to reveal a
life-sized painting of Alexander. He was standing dramatically in
the middle of a lake in a storm with pillars of ice forming all around
him.
“We acknowledge you now as not just one of us, but as one of
our greats,” Buffo said slapping Alexander’s back with a webbed
hand.
“All he needs. Another ego boost,” the chiming voice of awoman said from behind them.
Alexander turned to see Helena standing next to a traveling pack
and dressed for a journey.
“I sent a message to her to tell her of your departure,” Buffo said
to Alexander’s confused stare.
“You still have a debt to repay Alexander, until then I’m not
leaving your side,” Helena said throwing her pack on. “Plus youstill have a lot to learn from me,” she winked.
Alexander smiled then answered, “That I do.” Helena’s presence
would definitely be welcome on the long journey that lay ahead of
them.
“Now that’s enough! It is time for them to go,” Buffo
announced after about half an hour of farewells between the
Tapliens and Alexander and Helena.
Alexander waved back at the crowd of Tapliens as Buffo led
him and Helena to the edge of the village.
A thick white fog always hung around the borders of the village.
Buffo once told him that it was thanks to this fog alone that no one
has found their village in over seven thousand years. Alexander
could not see how mere fog could hide them so spectacularly from
even Cain who surely must know of some sort of spell to track
through fog. But when he had voiced his concerns that day all Buffocould say was, “You will understand the day you leave.”
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Now finally he was about to see what it was Buffo had been
talking about. When they reached the swirling white border
Alexander attempted to manipulate some of the mist but found that
he could not.“You’ll need stronger magic than simple Ecokinesis,” Helena
said at Alexander’s shoulder.
“Ergo what?” Alexander asked looking confused.
“Ecokinesis, the manipulation of elemental forces. Surely you
knew that is what it was called when you wielded the elements,”
she looked incredulously at Alexander.
“Dante just called it wielding,” Alexander shrugged. “Perhaps the term has fallen out of use with your people. I
would not know having been alone for who knows how many
thousand years.”
“I thought you left the Taplien village every now and again to
hunt?” Alexander enquired.
“The things I hunt, I usually hunt alone,” she said simply.
“Enough,” Buffo cut in as they came to a standstill, “are youready? I can close it only for so long.”
“Close what?” Alexander squinted at the fog, thinking there was
some sort of drawbridge there just out of site in the swirling white
veil.
“The dimension door,” Buffo explained.
“We are in another dimension?” Alexander exclaimed looking
around him in shock. Everything suddenly seemed twice as odd to
him with this shocking revelation.
“Not exactly, we are merely hiding behind another dimension,”
he pointed to the fog. “In other words I need to close that dimension
for the two of you to pass into the swamp.”
Alexander thought about this statement for a moment but then
decided to just let it go. The stories he had heard from Dante about
dimension magic always pointed to the fact that only the most
ingenious wizards could understand the premise of dimensionmagic, and only after years of confusing study.
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“How will I find you again?” Alexander asked as he stared at
the wall of white next to him.
“You’ll manage lad don’t worry,” Buffo patted Alexander’s
side, “now get ready I’m closing it, and opening your way.”Alexander nodded sadly. He finally understood why the
Tapliens were so sad to see him go. The odds of him finding his
way back here were non-existent.
“Don’t worry,” Helena whispered in his ear as if reading his
thought at that moment, “I’ve left many times and have always
found my way back.”
Alexander wanted to ask her how she had managed to alwayscome back, but before he could manage it he was distracted by the
sudden noise coming from Buffo. It was the deepest and most
rhythmic humming, reverberating off the mist itself. Then suddenly
the mist seemed to lose its density, it still hung thick and moist in
the air but at least you could see.
“Go. It won’t stay like that for long,” Buffo hurried them.
And so Alexander started walking forward with Helena on his
heels, the moist smell of the mist filling their nostrils. As the mist began to thin around them Alexander looked back at Buffo. The old
Taplien was placing a tentative foot over the border of his village
and almost like someone testing a river’s water and finding it too
cold to swim pulled back his leg immediately.
A smile creased Alexander’s face, but a heavy weight seemed to
settle on his heart. The short-lived peace he had known with the
Tapliens was gone now; he would not know peace again for some
time.