Here is the fourth piece of the six part tale of, “A Dance of Sellswords”. Thank you for your support and enjoy the next installment of this untold story.
Zephyrs coursed across the vast and open skies of a dusk cerulean midnight hue. Waves crashed upon the cliffs of Grelldrin. Stars were veiled under the vigilant storm passerby. Firena Certhviean, a child of one years old, barely cried. When she did, many believed she was the cause of the storms that fell overhead. Vyctor and Edlen paid them no mind, they were not convinced, no matter how many came to believe the little one had anything to do with it.
A druid told the crowds of the encampment just miles away from Grelldrin, that even if she was the cause, would they risk the wrath of the gods. “This child, is our savior… the champion of the gods, would you deny their wisdom… deny their divinity… or would you protect her from the evils that would dare threat her life as we speak?” Whispers failed to carry across the air, the crowds listened to the druid’s words.
“A Demon Sorcerer lies in the shadows of the world, his lust for power will bring him here to destroy us… our way of life, he must be stopped. Alas, no one else can save us from this torment except her. This storm is hers, make no mistake, she is one of them, a Wolfsayer.” The druid continued, his arms raised high above him to the skies. “Now, what say you… will you protect her until she is able to defend us or will you forsake her and risk the anger of the gods?” The people thought long and hard about their next course of action, the druid waited with the patience of a Freprisdiel.
No one moved to close the distance in between them and the druid, until one stepped forward. He knelt before the druid and withdrew his sword. “I swear to protect her until I draw my last breath.”
“Then do so and serve her well, she will need all of us, if she is to succeed, in the Demon Sorcerer’s defeat.”
Mammoth waves crash against the shores, until a shrouded figure emerges from the sea’s depths. “She doesn’t need servants or some cult to follow her, she needs friends who will live, die and fight beside her when the time draws near. For now let her be a child, this demon will come soon enough.”
The druid closed the distance between him and the shrouded figure, his hands enveloped inside his sleeves. “Tell me how she will survive the shadows of the world, when she has no means to protect herself, she is only child?”
Silver glistened in the water, and the mammoth waves drowned everyone in the crowd, save the druid. “What are you?” The druid said, trying to get to his feet, only to fall to his knees once more.
“The question you should be asking, is who am I, druid.” The shrouded figure said, his voice raised seamlessly in the storm’s wake. “I’m Seger, perhaps you’ve heard of me.”
Seger! The God of the Sea! He rose from the depths to punish us. The druid thought before he calmed his nerves just enough to speak. “We were just trying to—–” With one thrust of his trident, Seger ended the druid’s life in the blink of an eye.
“My nephew saw everything, druid. Firena Certhviean was never going to be yours to do with as you pleased, she belongs no one. My brother will be expecting you and your fellow cultists, and rest assured he has something in store for all of you, the veil awaits you.” Seger finished, before he walks back into the sea.
Vyctor and Edlen saw the entire thing, while Firena slept in her mother’s arms. “How many cults have risen since she was born?” He asked his wife.
Edlen sighed, taking in the storm around them. “Five, if you count this one. Given the decree of the gods, they will not last. There were no survivors of the last one either.”
“I’ve spoken with Oberyn, he told me, there won’t be another.” Vyctor said, rubbing gentle circles along Edlen’s back. Edlen looked to the skies and for the first time in two days, saw a break in the clouds. Vyctor’s hand fell to his wife’s stomach. “Our children will be safe until we receive news of this evil that haunts us.”
“And, what if they aren’t, Vyctor? Where will we go… who can protect them if we can’t? I don’t want to send them to Lyreires.” Edlen professed as tears fell from her eyes.
Vyctor held them close and pressed a kiss to Firena’s head. “We will protect them until we draw our last breath, my love. But remember, the gods are on our side, you Seger out there, defending her as the others have. Do not fear, for her, these evils will never prosper. She will survive this and her brother or sister will too.”
Seven months later, Remus Certhviean was born. Fissures rose and fell with a solitary earthquake outside the borders of Grelldrin.
Stay tuned for the continuation of the, Lost Tales of the Srielriya, that will delve further into the pasts of Vyctor and Edlen Certhviean, coming soon.