Ancient Prophecy (2 page)

“They will unless they’re dwarves,” chuckled Prince Elgorn. “Our language is the same as that of Prince Geltim’s.”

“Is that why you have been teaching me the elf ways?” Alex asked Prince Rigal.

“Yes,” the dark Prince answered. “If it comes to battle, you and I must protect the party. We cannot depend on a dwarf and you have progressed exceedingly well. I am pleased you have decided to come.”

“How much time do we have left before we depart?” Alex asked.

“Until Egam returns,” answered Galdan, “and we must use that time wisely. Come, Jenneva, it is time for us to continue our work.”

Prince Rigal also rose. “Elgorn, help Alex with the language for me. I have a certain patrol that I have to admonish.”

When they were alone, Alex asked Prince Elgorn, “What did you mean about me being not human?”

Prince Elgorn gave Alex a puzzled look. “Did you not know? When you were injured in Tor, Galdan and I came to your aid. You were in great need of blood and Galdan gave you some of mine. You have royal elfin blood flowing through your veins. You are as a half-brother to me.”

“Jenneva told me that Galdan healed me and even sailed to Tagaret with me,” Alex said, “but I was unaware of your gift. I am forever indebted to you, Prince Elgorn.”

“As I will be to you, Alex, if you return Prince Rigal back to Glendor,” the fair Prince stated. “I worry about his temper, especially in the company of a dwarf. If anything happens to Egam, you must become the leader of the group. An elf will not follow the lead of a dwarf and a dwarf will not follow Prince Rigal. Bring my brother home to me, Alex.”

“I promise, Prince Elgorn,” declared Alex. “If any elfin blood from this Universe stays in Elderal, it will be mine rather than Prince Rigal’s”

Egam and Prince Tergota, Prince of Talman, stood before King Tugar and Queen Gilas. “The Junction has been found, King Tugar. All that remains is to assemble the group that will be going. Everyone besides your son and myself are currently in Glendor awaiting my word to assemble.”

“Very well,” stated the King. “Prince Tergota will await the rest of the group on the surface where you have indicated. He will be given the Dagger of King Arak, as a guarantee of our existence should you actually reach the original Lanto. The fate of my son is in your hands, Egam. Do not return without him.”

“I shall not, Your Highness,” promised Egam.

“And I will not serve under an elf,” declared Prince Tergota.

“You shall not have to,” stated Egam. “Colonel Alexander Tork will be second in command so that neither elf nor dwarf should suffer under the command of the other.”

“You are a wise man, Egam,” conceded the King. “Were it otherwise, this expedition would not be possible. We look forward to your safe return.”

“In two weeks time, we will assemble at the point I described,” Egam said. “I am off for Glendor. Farewell.”

Dalgar and Aurora reached the monument to Sarac and cast the Path Finder spell. They gazed about the plain looking for some sign of a Junction, but nothing was visible.

“What are we looking for, Aurora?” Dalgar asked.

“The Book of the Beginning said a shimmering light,” answered Aurora. “Maybe the monument is in the wrong place.”

Dalgar sat on the small pile of rocks that made up the monument and sighed. “If this isn’t the right place how will we ever find the Junction?”

Aurora plopped her weary body down on the grass and laid back. Almost immediately, she jumped back to her feet. “Dalgar! Look up.”

Directly above Dalgar, about ten feet in the air, was a large area of shimmering air. “Yes! Now all we have to do is figure a way to get up there.”

Aurora looked around the area of the monument. There were lots of rocks and some boulders available, but the two magicians would not be able to lift them. “We could use magic to slide that big boulder over to here, but that would still not be high enough,” she declared.

Dalgar sat back down on the monument feeling defeated. “Let’s get some sleep and think about it in the morning,” he offered.

The next morning, Aurora shook Dalgar to awaken him. “Dalgar, there is a wagon coming and I have an idea. Stay down and pretend to have a broken leg. I’ll wave at the wagon to get them to stop. Maybe from the top of the wagon, we will be able to reach.”

Aurora stood on top of the pile of stones and waved frantically. Eventually, the wagon changed course and headed towards Aurora. As it got closer, Aurora could see that it contained a painter and his family. The wagon pulled up next to the monument and stopped.

“You having troubles, young lady?” the painter asked.

“Yes, thank you for stopping,” Aurora answered. “My husband seems to have hurt his leg on this pile of rocks.”

The painter turned to his wife and son and told them to stretch their legs while he checked the injured man. He climbed down from the wagon and walked over to Dalgar.

“What seems to be the problem with your leg?” the painter asked.

Aurora had drifted towards the wagon and hurled a fireball at the painter’s wife and son. The painter turned towards the screaming and Dalgar killed him with a flaming projectile.

Aurora was excited. She checked the cargo area of the wagon and found several ladders. “Dalgar, this is better than I thought. They have lots of ladders back here. If we can’t reach from the wagon, we certainly can with the ladders.”

Dalgar cast the Path Finder spell again and positioned the wagon before cutting the horses loose. Aurora helped him shove a long ladder through the canvas top of the wagon and tie the bottom of the ladder so it would not slide. Dalgar climbed the ladder and peered through the shimmering Junction.

“I don’t know if this is working, Aurora. I don’t see any difference. Maybe there is no Junction.”

Aurora motioned for Dalgar to get down and she climbed up the ladder. When she got to the top, she leaned away from the ladder and looked down. Then she disappeared. Dalgar scrambled to the top and peered down at Aurora.

“How did you know?” he asked.

“When I leaned out and looked down, there was no wagon,” she answered. “Come on, jump. We’ve found Sarac’s Universe.”

Dalgar jumped through the Junction and joined Aurora. Together they set off in search of Sarac.

Egam reached Glendor and announced that he had found the Junction. Everyone gathered to hear the news.

“The dwarf records were a big help,” he began. “Because they were unaware of the terrain, they climbed a section of the mountain that nobody would think of using today. It’s within ten miles of the pass, but I guess they were in a hurry to get away from the elves or they didn’t bother to look for a pass. It will be a little rough getting to, but I’m sure we will all make it.”

“What of the dwarves?” asked Prince Rigal. “Can we proceed without them?”

“No,” answered Egam. “I have already stopped at Talman and they have agreed to send Prince Tergota. He will be carrying the Dagger of King Arak. This expedition must be a joint venture between the elves and the dwarves and we must care for one another no matter what our dislikes are.”

“Agreed,” interrupted Jenneva. “The purpose for this trip is to show that there is no reason for the hostilities that exist between the two races. Let us vow not to take these hostilities with us into the other Universe.”

King Gondoral stared at Prince Rigal. “My son will do well to heed these words. A ruler cannot lead a nation with hatred in his heart. Extend the hand of brotherhood to Prince Tergota during this trip. There will be plenty of time for your hatred to return, if there is still reason when you return, but on this journey, your life may depend upon the skills of this dwarf Prince.”

“I will try, father,” the dark Prince offered.

Prince Elgorn motioned to speak. “I have gathered supplies for the journey. There is ample food and drink. I have included elfin cloaks for our friends, including our dwarf friend. There are also five quivers of myric quills.”

“I will have no need for weapons,” Egam stated.

“Perhaps not,” replied Prince Elgorn, “but myric quills may not be available in the other Universe. If you and Jenneva carry quivers, there will be an ample supply for others. Each pack also has a supply of rope. You will have food for several weeks, but if local game is available, make use of it. You cannot be certain of the time your journey will take.”

“We are not even certain that we will be able to return at all,” Alex added.

“We have no room for pessimism on this trip,” chided Jenneva. “Remember, this is our honeymoon and you’re supposed to be enjoying it.”

Alex laughed and everyone’s spirits seemed to be more positive. The group assembled and said their good-byes. Two other elves would accompany the group to the Junction to make sure that the party left without diminishing their food supply before departing their Universe.

The journey to the area of the Junction took a week and the party joined up with Prince Tergota the night before. The two escort elves departed to return to Glendor and the group headed down the side of the mountain. The path was narrow and twisted a great deal, but it was not hazardous walking. When they had proceeded down about half of the mountain, Egam called a halt.

“We will spend the night here,” he announced. “We are at the place of the Junction. In the morning, we will take a step through a portal that has not been used in many years. If we are lucky, we will travel to Elderal. If not, we will handle whatever fate has given us. Make camp.”

Alex watched the elf and the dwarf stake out spots on opposite sides of the camp area. During the first day together, neither had spoken to the other. Prince Tergota refused to wear the elfin cloak and Alex had stuffed it into his pack. He would have to keep a close watch on these two adversaries to make sure that they both returned alive. Even though Egam was the group’s leader, Alex didn’t think that the old magician would be able to stand between the two warriors if hostile feelings broke out.

The night passed without incident and the group broke camp the next morning. Half an hour down the path, Egam halted the group again. He turned and surveyed the group and then cast the Path Finder spell. The path directly in front of Egam shimmered and the group marched through.

Dalgar landed next to Aurora and looked around. Everything appeared just as it had before he came through the Junction with a few minor exceptions. The wagon and the bodies of the painter and his family were missing. Sarac’s monument was also missing. He told Aurora to stay where she was and started dragging rocks towards her to create a marker for the spot. Within fifteen minutes he had assembled enough rocks to create a marker so they would be able to find the spot again without casting the spell.

“Now all we have to do is figure out where Sarac is,” he stated.

“That may not be so easy,” responded Aurora. She looked completely around the horizon and could not see any people. “Which way do you think we should go?”

“Well,” answered Dalgar, “Mordac said he had been left behind at Sarac’s castle which was quite a bit north of here, so I would imagine that Sarac was heading south when he decided to leave. Let’s head south towards the mountains.”

“Okay,” Aurora agreed, “but we aren’t likely to find any stores to buy food. We’d better gather whatever food we can find along the way. Our travel packs won’t last more than a week.”

By nightfall, the pair of magicians had reached the foothills of the mountains. They set up a camp and started a fire. It was still early fall and the nights would not get really cold yet, but the fire would help in keeping predators away. They sat up for several hours discussing theories on where Sarac might go from their present position and then they went to sleep.

Half way up the mountain a solitary figure sat in the darkness watching them set up the camp. Shortly after they started the fire, he departed. He passed off a message to another Black Devil and returned to his post. Four hours later three other Black Devils joined him. The four men crept down the mountainside towards the sleeping couple. When they reached the bottom of the mountain they split into two groups and each group went towards one of the sleeping figures.

With a nod from one of the Black Devils, the four followers of Sarac stepped into the camp and seized the two visitors. Ignoring their protests, Sarac’s men quickly tied the visitors’ hands behind their backs.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” demanded the leader.

Dalgar looked at the forearms of the four men before answering. “I am Dalgar and she is Aurora. We are members of Mordac’s Inner Circle and we have come seeking Sarac. We have found a way for him to return.”

The four men whispered among themselves for several minutes, while Dalgar and Aurora sat wondering whether their captors were Black Devils that were loyal to Sarac or some type of group that may have split from Sarac.

The leader finally returned and introduced himself. “I am Borundi, one of Sarac’s Inner Circle. We will lead you to him.”

Dalgar sighed with relief. “Great, how about untying our hands?”

Borundi smiled. “I think we can wait until we reach Sarac for that. Follow me, we have a long journey ahead of us.”

Borundi turned and started up the mountain. The three other Black Devils waited until Dalgar and Aurora followed Borundi before they fell into the procession. The journey was indeed long. One of the Black Devils left the group and resumed his duty at the lookout post. The other three Sarac devotees escorted Dalgar and Aurora for two days before they came to Sarac’s castle.

Dalgar stared at the ogres, but his questions went unanswered. Finally, they were led into a room in the castle and placed in chairs. They sat there with their hands still tied until Sarac arrived.

“Dalgar and Aurora, is it?” Sarac asked.

“Yes, Your Holiness,” Dalgar responded.

Sarac flinched at Dalgar’s words. He examined the two captives for a few moments before speaking again. “I find your choice of words interesting, Dalgar. Explain them.”

Dalgar was confused. He hadn’t said more than three words. “Is it improper to refer to you as Your Holiness?” he asked.