Leonidas Le’crysta Benulis, had finally, recovered.
‘So, that’s Ely and Sam’s grandpa,’ Mon’Ter thought as he watched the old man get out of his bed. Randus removed the barrier around the two of them and allowed Leonidas to walk out, now without issue and with relative ease, aside from the pains he felt from laying down for so long.
“Damn it…” he rubbed the back of his neck, cracking and adjusting it as he did. After closing off one eye and grating his teeth in annoyance, Leonidas asked. “How long have I been out for?” he stretched his arms upward. “And what has been happening while I have been asleep?”
“A lot,” Randus clicked with his tongue. “You slept for over a month by now, and it’s only been getting worse since. I’ve more than confirmed the dragon cult’s involvement by now.
“What?! The dragon cultists have returned?!” Leonidas turned to the mage with widened eyes.
“They have, it is quite obvious,” Randus nodded with a grimace. “Not only
The two old men began to plan their next actions together with Mon’Ter. With a clear sight for their next target, they would have to do whatever it took to assist Elyenora and Samuel. Randus came up with a way to do things, he would send Mon’Ter and Leonidas together through a long distance teleportation gate of his own, and he would remain here in Weylorn. By now, more than half the populace had succumbed to the curse. The survivors were quarantined, of course, but that didn’t do much in terms of bringing them peace of mind. After Randus began to succumb to the curse himself, the citizens no longer had a leader to turn to, and that devolved them into a sort of mindless mob lurking around the corners and straying far from people with the aim of survival. Seeing the bodies of your loved ones fall one after the other to an unknown sickness after a dragon attack will do that to people, and because of that, Weylorn had grown lawless. Now, with Randus awake and healthy again, how
Once Mon’Ter and Leonidas came through the gateway, they found themselves within an interesting environment. “Whoa!” Mon’Ter wowed as he looked at the scenery, a marble floor reached far and wide for as far as he could see, floating stairs going up to platforms in the air and large tables for robed men and women alike to sit together and discuss their affairs atop them. The roof looked to be a painted depiction of a magician walking towards the most colossal book in existence, it was supposed to be the knowledge of a lifetime that each mage strives to reach shown in artistic form. On one of the far off walls, there were multiple white doors with crystal knobs, each one had a name written atop it to mark whatever city it led to and its specific guild building. “Hm?” One of the older mages noticed the sudden visitors. “Sir Leonidas!” he shouted, gaining the attention of the majority of mages in the space. “You’re back on your feet?!” “Hello, Moses,” Leonidas wa
Eventually, Leonidas led Mon’Ter right to the base of the temple stairs, at which of course were stationed multiple knights of the holy order that stood guard.“Halt!” the holy knight placed a hand before Leonidas. “State your name and reason for going towards the Temple of Goddess Elene.”The old knight sighed at the youthful man, in truth he found it a tad amusing, considering he could see one of the other holy knights cringe back at the sight of his junior. That one obviously knew it was Leonidas, but he remained silent, and so the elderly hero of the kingdom played along normally. “Leonidas, Le’Crysta, Benulis,” he said slowly, trying to emphasize his name to the lad.“Wha-” the young knight gulped upon hearing the name.“Reason for coming is to seek aid in Princess Elyenora’s recovery,” Leonidas said, then shoved past the soldier with his shoulder. “Now move aside you
The pope, George, led the two through the inner workings of the temple. He took them further into the main building and then down a long tunnel of spiral stairs heading to the deep beneath. It was almost eerie, in the dark. He held a small lantern which lit their way, but that light was far too dim even for Mon’Ter and his night vision.‘This is weird, I’m having a hard time seeing a thing past where the light touches…’ Mon’Ter pursed his lips, he squinted his eye but still could not perceive through.They kept walking, and walking. Down and down, the further they went the further did the stairwell sway from being an exquisite work of art, becoming more of a dreary mash up of mossy stone and dirty quartz. From but a glance it was obvious just how old and unused this all was.“Are we sure we’re going the right way?” Mon’Ter thought to ask, feeling like they were being taken not to a room of a goddess&rs
An aurora of golden lights flowed above the four people laying down. Elyenora slowly squinted her eyes open, looking up at the luminescence absentmindedly while Samuel still held the same dead stare as before. They were awake, yet their consciousness simply wasn’t there. Mon’Ter and Leonidas resolved themselves to waken them once more, it may be difficult or even perilous, but as the tides of destiny would have it, their chance to do so is now. With irises flickering in sync with the lights, and the serene environment calming their senses into a drift, the liking of a humble river. Along that slow tug, they began to doze off into a soothing slumber.………Mon’Ter woke.He opened his eyes to see himself standing upright, in a world unlike the beauty from earlier. Those blue iridescent skies had vanished, and he instead viewed a stone structured keep before him. It was a hallway, long and wide with a bright red
The next memory took place nearby to where the previous one had. It was the courtyard outside of the castle halls, a pretty little place, with a garden and a few trees whose fruit had just freshly sprouted. Mon’Ter and Leonidas stood in the middle of this memory, and by that definition, they were in the middle of the courtyard. A good vantage point to take in every bit of information, if you would. Though truthfully Leonidas found it unnecessary, but simply, he couldn’t have them advance without first seeing these memories. Those were the rules of the pope’s spell. Now, as for the memory at hand. Elyenora seemed to have grown a tad older in this scene, she was no longer a tiny child, but a child she remained. Perhaps now she was closer to her teenage years, but still a couple of winter cycles away from them. Maybe she’d passed her first decade in the recent weeks? In this memory, they could see her climbing up the lower branches of the biggest tree here, it went high
“Than you ever would have been?” Mon’Ter tilted his head, questioning Leonidas’ choice of wording.“Mm,” the man simply nodded, and Mon’Ter didn’t pry any further. It seemed like he didn’t wish to talk about that after all.‘Sounds like there’s something a bit more complicated there, but oh well,’ he thought to himself. ‘I doubt he’d tell me about it just from me bringing it up.’At the same time, King Elduin was still frantically looking over his daughter when the little Samuel scampered over to look at her, his eyes glimmered with worry evident from his sweating brows. “I-Is Ely okay…?”“She’s not in any mortal threat… At the very least,” Elduin sighed, “what a foolish child, worrying me so...”“Aydian and her were racing to the treetops…” Sammy tried to explain to the king, “I
Within no time of walking at all, Mon’Ter and Leonidas entered the nearest next memory. One taking place in a large, circular arena whose walls elevate and lead to thousands of seats for the populace to spectate from. It was no mere normal colosseum, no, in fact, it was so much more extravagant than a plain construction of marble and quartz as first meets the eye. Mon’Ter gazed up at the skies and found numerous floating structures of stone and steel, each having rods protruding on their sides, and from the looks of the furthest ones away, they also had rods atop of them too. They looked to be quite large, at least ten meters in width and fifteen in length, however as to their purpose, Mon’Ter could only guess.“What are those things up there?” he asked the elder beside him.“Hm? The sky monoliths?” Leonidas inquired with a raised brow. “They fly above the colosseum in order to ensure nothing contaminates the inside area,