The Silver Light Fades

[dandan1350 479]

 

Xatah, a floating fortress with four satellite-type objects floating from each side of the main area. Four towers sat upon each satellite, along with four beacons dimly lighting the sky above them which erupted forth from the centre of each tower. The flying fortress emits a light humming sound; truly -- an amazing creation, crystals located in random places across the flying object, along with the main being directly above the centre to act as a main control.

 

 

Herun, and Daniel -- The two owners of said fortress glanced over to each other, before reverting their gaze back to those beside him, Herun being his most precious, Ryder. Daniel, glancing over to Isaac.

 

“Let us commence the plans, Herun.”

 

Daniel murmurs, drawing his gaze back to Herun before departing to the upper-levels. Herun gave a sharp nod, he too, departing to the top-level, too. The two come to a halt, Daniel’s right arm sluggishly elevates, palm pressing against the large, hovering crystal as he drew in a deep breath.

 

“Blessed be his name, patron of purity, servant of the Creator. For much you have sacrificed in this world to be venerated by only a few, worshipped by some so zealous… I bring my words to your ears to day to ask of something from you. More than that you have already gifted I would ask for you, the white stag, wielder of the light, patron of purity and servant of the Creator for more of what you have already blessed me with… My form is not enough for what I seek to do, to cleanse this world that Xan has left for his well earned rest, the wyrm has met death however he has still left corruption and destruction in his path of which most would wish to sweep under the rug and ignore. But I, the servant of his servants cannot ignore, I ask for you to lend me the power beyond my grasp, to bestow upon me another blessing.. I for long have been your servant, for long have enacted your will and held your beliefs and codes to the letter that I was taught by those above me. I bring you to the bastion of our last hope, Xan’s final gift to us before he left I bring you to this to grant you your own gift for your service, your acceptance and your hard work as a loyal servant.”

 

 

Ivanus’ fingers curled around the hollowed wave of light that shimmered along the surface of the large crystal before him. His fingers slipping through and grasping the air in its place. A small sigh escaping his lips as he withdrew his gauntleted hand placing it by his side once again, shaking his head slowly he took a graceful step back and gave a small seemingly random nod. The Itharel soon fell to a knee before the crystal, his head bowing as he gauntleted hand curled into a fist slamming it down into the waving light that was the floor beneath him. Chants began to escape the depths of his hood, first inaudible before finally picking up in volume till they soon became bellowing shouts that echoed across the fortress. His eyes slowly closing as the emerald hue was shut out from the shadows of his hood.

 

“And on this final day I do kneel before you, my pleas not absent of meaning, my words not hollow. I beseech upon you my patron, my guide to give me the strength to wield one last spell, to give life to one last thing on this realm! I, Daniel Baelish, knight of old and new Oren, sworn blade to the patrons, Itharel of Judgement once dubbed Ivanus do shout my final prayer, rest down my sword.. do chant my final verse!

 

He who is wise, he who provides light in the darkest corners shall prevail and be honored, he who would seek out the impure and risk his own gift of life for others to hold theirs still without fear is a true servant of the patrons. Blessed be his name who would wield light in the face of others who would doubt him and dub him a heretic, he who would draw blade against a man who meddles with ones life through the dark arts, he..! He who would condemn his own life to risk the spread of impurity is a true warrior of the light! Not one that would sit in a chapel and preach, not one that would wear robes and call himself your priest, not one who would sit idly by while death swallows those around him. He who is not idle is not impure, he who does not worry himself with menial tasks but instead strives to only better those around him. A true warrior, a true paladin, a knight of the patrons, a man who I wish.. I was, but never will be no matter how hard I try… I am no knight, no warrior, no true servant.. I ask forgiveness for not my lies, my slander that I have caused your name.. For I am one who would betray my emotions, sacrifice my past body gifted to me by Creator for more power… “

 

The kneeled Itharel seemingly without warning, simply combusted into what one could call a silver flame. His form taken over by the holy fire that consumed him but dealt no harm. The silver flame reared outwards, licking out with its cackling tongues to cling onto something else. The man now protecting by the barrier of silver flame. He opened his eyes slowly, his shadowed hood roaring alive with a replaced silver hue from his eyes. Taking in a deep breath he shouted out once more towards the small audience around him.

 

“And I, the divine agent of the patrons, guardian of Xatah and watcher of the light do give my life, my power for this final task!”

 

The surrounding towers upon Xatah’s holy floors erupted a new light, four silver beacons piercing into the sky from the red mountains, visible to all. The shimmering crystals around the fortress began to flare out in a bright and dazzling light as they were brought to life once more with renewed passion.

 

“Tahariae I give to you Xan’s last gifts left to us, I give you two new pupils to guide..!”

 

With that the Itharel slammed down his fist into the light lined floor once again, a rippling wave of holy light escaping his gauntleted hand and washing out along the air in a dazzling, rippling wave of light. A faint drone a voice sounded out, Isaac calling out to him was droned out by his dazed focus as he ignored his pleas’ for him to stop.

 

“My last gift… To the people of this world…”

 

“Forgive my failure..”

 

The Itharel mumbled, the flames of light once consuming him died out, awould view something quite easily missed however still a sight to behold. A faint shimmer of silver light danced across the sky before fading off into the distancbandoning the shell of armour as the golden giant slumped to the floor below, collapsed as the Silver hue in his hood slowly died out, as if a light on its last flicker of battery before finally ceasing. Herun stood wide-eyed, withheld in awe before the flamed man before him not with worry as the man collapsed. Rushing to his side to lift him from the floor, clutching onto the hallowed suit of armour tightly as he whispered assurances to the air. Slowly the hood of the Itharel caved in, no head to hold it in its previous shape as all that was left was Daniels true form, a hollow suit of armour, a shell of his past self…

 

Soon after the four beacons that had erupted so brightly and pierced the sky were reduced to three, the hollow suit of armour that once held the Itharel was laid to rest in that very same tower. A flicker of life erupted from the pillar as the pillar of light momentarily failed before finally dying out, signalling his rest. To eyes that would prey the sky that star filled night they would see a faint shimmer of silver light dance across the skies..

 

 

As the body was laid to rest, the lone man spoke out across the empty halls to no one in particular, a statement that would have brought great pride to Daniel had he heard these words sooner.

 

“Tis in times like this we truly realise how lost we all are. Daniel was a light, a figure whom guided us through the darkest of nights, yet with him gone we must navigate this treacherous road blindly, not knowing what lays before us.” - Isaac Baelish

 

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The man’s eyes slowly opened, a new dawn had approached it seems as what he presumed would be daylight that pierced his eyes so harshly. He slowly lifted an arm to block out and provide some shade from the light, a groggy groan escaping him as he looked about the white halls.  

 

“Where… Where am I…?” He muttered, blinking a few times as he attempted to haul himself to his feet, slowly rising he moved to take a step forward only to stumbled, his legs numb and shaken.

 

“Hello…!?”

 

He called out to the echoing halls as it carried his voice down the vast white rows of pillars, he raised a brow slowly lowering his arm, looking about to where he was until a faint whisper skimmed across him.

 

“Welcome..”

 

It trailed, echoing, almost hissed towards him which caused him to turn to the source only to find vast space before him.

 

“Who’s there!?”

 

He replied, a hand reaching for a non-existant blade by his side on instinct.

 

“Rest easy, my servant… I merely come to tell you your time is not yet up.”

 

Daniels eyes widened as he heard the words, looking round for the source only to be left unamused as the space was still empty.

 

“Why.. Why am I here…?”

 

“You funneled too much of my own energy into you, you slipped from this world but you are soon to return. Your forgiveness is not granted, you must do action to be redeemed of your sin.”

 

  “What do you mean…?”  

 

He mumbled, confusion and curiosity taking over him as the light began to darken, slowly the halls became unclear, murky and distorted as his vision faded.

 

“In dear time, Ivanus… In dear time…”

 

 

((Thanks to Joe for helping me with the intro and Huwbert for attending this mini-event ^.^ Feel free to reply if you see fit. Sorry about the writing, never been very good with these kinda posts >.<))

[Lyuin 65]

((Ain't nothing gonna keep Daniel down!))

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(( this sounds really interesting! ))

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