The Azure islet was located above the 'Bloody Forest.' The bloody forest protects the islet from any ground attack and since the Pegasus were an excellent clan of warriors, they were pretty much invisible on the islet. Unless, of course, if they are attacked by any horde of flying monsters like Dragons or unicorns or some other beasts. They were very graceful and peaceful creatures. Since, the Braharis are also a great threat for not only the lower realms but also for them too, they agreed for the High Council to be held on the Castle of MoonDust. The meeting was held 2 times a year as per the agreement.
Daemon was looking through the window from the given guest suite. He was in complete awe when he first walked through the portal. After they were welcomed by the Pegasus, they also inquired about him since he wasn't one of the regulars. King conrad explained the situation and handled it pretty quickly. The portal was in a small open space were all the sides except for the one long path which is connected to the side of the Castle, are pretty much large falls. He imagined falling to the Bloody Forest if missed a step. He even thought Marakin might take his revenge by shoving him off the plane if nobody was around. He made a mental note to not visit this place, alone. After the initial shock of awe, he took in the view. It was surreal. Truly, astonishingly spectacular view.He tried to look down on the sides to see if he could see the Bloody Forest, but was not disappointed after seeing white clouds blocking the view. He sorts of anticipated it. Then he took a good look at the large beautiful castle in front of him. It was of black in colour, though for other castles, black may not be a best option, for this it was the perfect. He wasn't completely able to take in the beauty as they were on the side of the castle.After the initial greetings, the Pegasus led them to their guest suites. While walking the path, the king enquired whether any of the other alliance representatives had arrived. For which the lady Pegasus answered them that the elves and the dwarves had already arrived.The islet was huge but not as much compared to an actual island or a kingdom. Though he was completely mesmerised by the overall beauty of the entirety of the whole 'thing,' he wasn't completely able to enjoy it since they were basically told to rest and not wander inside the palace or outside unsupervised. For which Reiner looked at Daemon with dubious eyes which basically was telling him "You know she is warning you." To which Daemon acknowledged with a polite nod.His disappointment didn't last long as the view from his room completely blew away all his previous surprises as what he saw can only be described as marvellous. Through the window across the line of sight lies a water fall so beautiful, one would be enchanted by it completely. That too from this far away. Daemon had to use mana in his eyes to look that far to watch this water fall. But it was totally worth it.Daemon knew about this water fall. It was one of the places Reiner explained excitedly about. The water fall is called 'God's Reach,' by the natives of the Azure islet. As the name suggests, no matter how much one travels in that direction, they wont reach there. Why? Because it was just a mirage. An illusion caused by the potency of the mana in the islet. The mana on the atmosphere was very pure. He felt his body was revitalizing. There are stories of a young pegasus who chased after the water falls. He was called Tharul. There are many stories claiming he was a Pegasus lord. During his youth he got so absorbed into the God's Reach, it influenced his adulthood too. After being lord for more than three decades, he passed the crown to his son and pursued his long-time goal. He left his wife and children, abandoned his kingdom and chased after the God's Reach. The tale of a Pegasus lord who chased after the God's Reach. This tale was passed down to generation after generation. Nobody knows it is true or false. The only one who can confirm the truth about the tale are the Pegasus themselves. But nobody dared to ask about him, since they didn't want to offend the race by bringing up about someone who rejected their family and abandoned their kingdom in pursuit of something that didn't exist.Legends say he is still chasing after the water fall.*****Though he had rested the day before Daemon still felt tired.Might be the portal. He thought.Since he hasn't used any portal for more than 6 years, he was feeling nausea because of the spatial distortion when passing through the portals. It was a very common occurrence. Even if someone is powerful enough to crush the mountains, they are also likely to have nausea. It was a body thing. But it can be prevented by regularly travels through the portals.Since it was noon, he thought about taking a nap. But before he started that he suddenly remembered something. It was the magic books from the royal archive. Since the mana in the atmosphere is potent, he thought about utilising it for good use.He sat cross legged on his bed and closed his eyes. He was recalling all of the magic books. He sorted the books by their use. Most them were useless for him. At least for now. So, he sorted the books that are useful for him for his current level of understanding. Not to mention the languages were a bit difficult for him as they are from many centuries ago.After all of the sorting he was left with only one book from his memory. majority of the books were sorted out because of the difficulty in language, some were sorted out because of the difficulty in the magic theory in itself while some were sorted out because the theory in the book had already reinvented, which is far simpler from the complicated theories from these books. There were also books about offensive spells which he obviously can't train in this castle and he hadn't had any use for them too.The book he selected was called 'Advanced mana control' by Fareel Rastheen. He knows about the author. He was a famous scholar who specialised in mana control. This book was used in the first year of the Advanced Education in the academies. Since he had good mana control and the potent mana, he thought this was the perfect book.By the time he had selected the book, 1 hour had passed. So not to further waste anymore time, he opened the book in his mind. In his mind the book opened like any regular book. Even the cover art was perfectly memorised by him. The small minute details, the dedications, even the citations were in order and in perfect letters. The book started like any other book on mana control with covering basics for the first couple of chapters. This was because the book wasn't published alone for the academy, if this was book solely written for the academy then it won't have any basics coverage, it will quickly jump to the main subject.After the several pages of basics, which Daemon remembers since he had learned it in his primary education from the academy, the book started to dive into the mana control theories. They were hard but since it was entirely on mana control, he was able to catch on and for the practical theory he had already witnessed countless mages and knights training in mana control in his duchy.One particular theory that caught his attention was 'Mana Breathing'. He had heard about this theory. It was one of the hardest and one of the most powerful skills that exist if one can master it. Though this theory was taught in the academy, the students won't be able to master this skill even after their graduation as it is that advanced. This was taught to build a base so, by the time they actually become mages or warriors they will have something to train on.What this skill essentially do is, as its name suggests, Mana breathing. Not with nose or mouth but from the skins. This was done by controlling the mana to enter through the pores of the skin which then travels to the mana core. What this do is enable the caster with fast replenish of the expended mana, which is essentially crucial for battles. If someone can master it, then they can absorb mana passively from their skin during a fight. Which is a massive game changer.The down side of this skill is that, if someone doesn't fully grasp the concept of mana breathing then they can intoxicate themselves. While the mana is absorbed through the pores, if they don't guide it to the mana core and the excessive mana travels through the body then they are poisoned as the mana can take effect on the insides very badly. In extreme conditions, if the mana travels through the blood vessels, then all of the blood in the body will get poisoned, which will eventually lead to death. Even if someone is resistant to poisons, as the blood vessel travels through the heart, they can be dead by heart attack or blocks. So, this is also an extremely dangerous skill. That is why they are not mandatory to learn.Daemon also knows about this too. But he also knows that one of the reasons for the slow progress of the skill when learning was because of the quality of the mana. Up here, several kilometres above the ground that was not a problem at all. Since the quality of the mana was especially potent here, he knew he might able to achieve something no one has done, at least in the human realm. With his eyes closed he fired up his mana core.On a stormy night, Daemon was sleeping in his room. He was sweating profoundly, squirming in his bed. He was having a dream, a nightmare at that. In his dream, he saw a portal opening in the sky. Through the portal came pouring silhouettes of beings whose bodies and faces were a blur. The beings started to act nicely to the people of the world 'Eziavar,' but soon enough when given enough time they began to oppress the givers and started to rule over the world. Wars broke out everywhere, and millions of people began to die. There he saw his family's cold bodies in dark and abandoned. Daemon startled and jolted awake in his bed. Sweat trickled down on the bed through his body. Panting heavily and wiping off sweat from his forehead Daemon looked at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. The storm outside was heavy and thunderous, so he pushed his blanket aside and climbed down off the bed. He slid into his slippers and walked to the windows. The storm was heavy. Lighting crackled the sky
After breakfast, Daemon quickly left for his room for packing essential stuff for the journey. They might have to live on the High Castle for about a week or so since all of the Kings and their entourage have to travel from distant kingdoms. Even though they have portals.Daemon quickly packed some books and dresses he needs for the journey. He knows some people would mock him for him being not so warrior likes his family. They won't miss a chance to belittle his family. He felt sorry for his father for dragging his family name on the ground but his father also knows about this matter. if the duke himself doesn't concern about the matter, then it doesn't matter to Daemon too. He put his things on the dimensional ring and left the room.Outside Aeron and Reiner were already waiting for him. They have already packed all the things since they were already ready for departure. 4 commanders were also coming with them. The commanders were top warriors of the Duchy. Since the duke himself
The duke of Glanchester duchy has three children. Among them, the eldest is the nastiest and meanest person Daemon has ever seen. Since childhood, Daemon know about the Dragonborns. As they are one of the largest and have one of the oldest blood lineages of all. The name Dragonborn, as the name suggests is said to contain dragon's blood. The history behind them is said that the dragons, the legendary mythical creatures which rule over the kingdom of Eimver, once bonded with a human and that resulted in the Dragonborn lineage. Though how much of that is true is not proven as the Dragons of Eimver barred off visitors centuries ago. Centuries before even the Braharis arrival. It's almost like the great dragons foresaw their coming and instantly barred their entire kingdom. After that nobody saw any dragons anymore. With time they were forgotten. After a couple of generations, people started to believe they were just myths from the old tales and songs, that even the Eimver kingdom doesn't
THE MEETING ROOM – INSIDE THE ROYAL PALACEThe atmosphere was very tense in the meeting room. There were six people inside the room sitting at the round table. The meeting room is a special room exclusively built for any emergencies like this. The meeting room has equal importance as the throne room for the king since he conducts all the meetings in this room and all of the other things like vassal meetings are conducted in the throne room.Six peoples were there. The two dukes; duke Reinheart and duke Dragonborn, Dristan Eskeal, the crown prince of the kingdom, the king's two trusted advisors, and the king, Conrad Eskeal himself.Contrary to the black hair of Reinhearts, the Eskeal projected snow-white hair and blue eyes which like the Eskeals, the current generation of Reinhearts have, courtesy of their mother Elisa, except for Daemon who sport crimson eyes like his father.The throne room was silent. Uneasiness clung to the meeting room like never going plague. The meeting was s
Walk to the royal archive was presumably faster since 'the maid' Esther was the one to lead the way. The maid was beautiful… it's obvious she is from a noble family. Like all the other royal maids. That also explains her skills. He wondered if all of the maids and workers in the palace are like this. Mages and warriors.The interior of the palace was extremely well crafted and carved. The palace was white. Many carved runes ran along the walls in a series. Some walls had pictures on them, the pictures were hung on the walls in sequential order. A half-naked man gave an apple to another man who knelt on the ground. Daemon knew they were depicting the stories of Braharis and the King of Naendis. In the next picture the same half-naked man along with some of his kind was feasting with Naendis people. They were smiling in the picture. In the next picture the king was sitting on his throne, and half of his soldiers were replaced by the Braharis. the next one depicted the king clutching on
After skimming through all the needed books in the shelf, Daemon walked towards the front desk. The Oldman was still scribbling down something from the ancient books. He didn't notice Daemon at all. So, Daemon cleared his throat in an effort to call the Oldman. But it was of no use as the Oldman still wasn't ready to give up his attention from the books."Hey, old man." He called out to the him. Still no response. Daemon started to feel annoyed. He didn't had time to rest since he left his castle this morning. He felt exhausted due to the prolonged use of his ability 'Eidetic memory.' He very much needs some sleep before their departure to the High Castle tomorrow.Feeling irritated Daemon slammed his fist on the table very hardly, that it shook the entire table. The Oldman jolted up in wariness from the sudden sound of something slamming on his desk. What he saw when he looked over was Daemon's snickering face. Oldman's face contracted like a ripe tomato with anger."What?" He sho
When Morning came, they were all ready for the departure. All of them had already packed all the necessary stuff needed for the stay in the castle. They weren't entirely sure how many days they may have to stay in the castle as the meeting was called as an emergency one. If it was as scheduled then the meeting usually last for four or five days.First day was for rest, as the leaders of the kingdoms may experience nausea from using the teleportation portal. The second day was used as the actual meeting day. If the content of the meeting was not finished during the second day, then the third day was also used for the meeting. Which only happened very few times. The day after that was for pleasantry exchanges and casual talks among the kings and the entourage. Sometimes a small party is arranged if anything particularly good happened which benefits the alliance. And the last day was the departure day.The entire crew was present in the portal room. Several guards were stationed outsid