The Prize
On the fifth day since leaving Melkin Sabastian notice a smudge upon the horizon. When has asked Rashique about it and was told it was the Worlds Splinter. He described a mountain range that was formed from a vast series of volcanoes. Only the largest was active and it was called Mount Draemor. It would take them two more days of hard travel to reach its base. Then it would be another day of perilous climbing to attain its summit.
“The Flame Brotherhood has taken residence in some abandoned ruins at the top of the peak. It has some significant importance to them. It is believed through the fires of the volcano there is a portal to another world. By dark ritual and sacrifice they believe that they can open a portal to pass through to the realm of their fire lord.” As Rashique spoke his voice gained in fervour. It was almost as if he desired to be present if that should happen.
Their pace quickened and the Quints took on an air of excitement. As they grew closer Sabastian could see that dark roiling clouds had gathered about the summit. As they started the ascent lightning bolts began to strike the mountain. The bottoms of the clouds took on a blood red hue and the lightning turned everything shades of blue.
In the midst of the climb Sabastian noticed that the Quints had split off each heading into his own direction. By the end of the days ascent Sabastian crested the last crags of the mountain alone. He could see there were several ledges around the open flames and lava. On several were forgotten stone structures and a partial bridge leading out over the expanse.
At the base of the bridge he could see figure chained to a huge black anvil. It must be Meira that he had come so far to rescue. Before her was a robed figure standing at the end of the broken stone bridge. In the distance Sabastian could hear the drone of a chant. With each syllable being intoned sent a chill up his spine. This was not good. With each cursed syllable spewing from the figures mouth the air on the other side of the lava chasm began to shiver and warp. Soon there was a seam that folded back that began to reveal a hellish scene. There was another side of the bridge made from ethereal stones that was materializing brick by brick.
Meira spasmed as soon as the tear opened onto the other realm. A scream ripped from her throat. With that scream the lighting that had been racing through the clouds above gathered around her. It was as if a presence that had been hidden was torn from the heavens and settled upon her like a tattered cloak.
The next thing that Sabastian heard was a woman’s voice that came out of Meira’s mouth. But it was not a normal voice. It was as if it was the voice of a goddess. Full of power, full of menace and full of fear. She screamed, “I will not be bound again. Our separation caused the breaking. To be reunited will mean the end of all things“. Sabastian’s attention was ripped from Miera at that moment by the laugh that came from the other side of the rift. Upon the ethereal bridge Sabastian could now make out the form of another being. It was made of light and darkness bound together. It flowed with liquid fires that made the lava below pale in comparison. There was a rumbling sound that shook Sabastian’s bones. It grated upon his nerves. Then he realized that it was laughter coming from this being. At some point Sabastian could make sense of the sounds and he heard these words, “It is time my Twin. It is time to be rejoined. Let us put an end to our separation. Time to remake the cosmos!”
With that declaration the presence that inhabited Miera began to throw azure bolts of lightning in all directions. Boulders were struck with enough force to shatter them into tiny piles of sand. Sabastian knew that if he was going to survive this maelstrom he was going to have to act. From a hidden pouch he pulled a relic that was bound with a leather strap and wrapped it around the pommel of his sword. He hoped it would protect him from the magic that was trying to tear his world apart.
Just as he stood to make a dash for the anvil he could hear movement behind him. As he started to turn a blow to the temple caused him to stumble. He crashed to the ground unable to move. His sight dimmed. As unconsciousness over took him he managed one word, “No”.
From the darkness he could feel himself being manhandled down the side of the rocks. He was being dragged closer to the confrontation of two worlds taking place at the head of the bridge. He could hear Dominique say, “Be careful brother, we need him for the joining to be complete. I didn’t orchestrate this journey just to lose him in the end.”
Sabastian started to feel control returning to his limbs. He secretly reached for the dagger that was hidden in his boot sheath. He burst into motion once full consciousness was regained. Reaching up to pull his assailant close he plunged the dagger repeatedly. He could see the light of life fade from Henriques’ eyes. As the limp form fell from Sabastian he slipped off the bow from about his assailants shoulders and grasped an arrow from the fallen quiver. In one fluid motion he stood and drew the bow back in one pull taking aim at the hooded figure at the end of the bridge. A moment later the Flame Brother spun with an arrow through his back. As the hood fell back Sabastian could see it was Tyrique that had been chanting the dark incantation. Slowly he dropped to the edge of the bridge, sliding over to flare upon the lava below.
As Sabastian stood transfixed by the realization he had been traveling with the instigators of the foul abduction and desolation of Melkin an arrow glance from his armour. Due to its resilience Sabastian was spared from any real damage but the shock brought him back to the realization that he was still in danger from the remaining Quints.
Ducking behind a boulder Sabastian was scanning the summit to see where his attacker might be hidden. At that point a blinding bolt of lightning coursed down from the heavens and struck a figure secluded by one of the buildings on a neighbouring precipice. In an instant all was gone except an outline upon the charred stones of the derelict building.
Even though the chanting had ended it was clear the colossal struggle at the bridge had not. The presence in Meira was drawing more power to continue her desperate struggle against the Titan making his way across the bridge as it materializing one brick at a time.
Sabastian heard a scream behind him which caused him to spin. Dropping the bow he had just enough time to grab his sword and manage a parry of the downward attack. Rashique was the one who accosted him now. Enraged beyond comprehension he attacked in a frenzy. It was all that Sabastian could do to turn the avenging blade. Just as Rashique raised his blade to strike once more a flash of lighting blinded both combatants. Sabastian felt his blade strike true even though he was temporarily blinded. A weight settled upon the end of his sword. When his eyes cleared he could see that his attacker was dead.
A deafening wail caused Sabastian to turn back to the bridge. Meira stained against the chains that bound her to the Anvil. There was no escape and the desperation of the presence within her caused the air to crackle. She screamed, “Save me. Set me free. I must be released before all is lost.”
Without thought for his own safety Sabastian rushed to the giant black stone. With sword in hand began to hack away at the chains and bindings.
The being approaching him from behind began to laugh. The sound rippled through the lava and sent waves of scalding heat upon Sabastian’s back. In desperation Sabastian gathered all of his strength and brought his sword down onto the chains. The force was not enough to separate the links but only shattered his blade. With a look of despair he could see hope fade from Meira’s eyes. The unearthly presence broke through and pierced Sabastian’s gaze. In a moment of silence she said, “Take the hammer that forged these chains and when I pour power into my bounds bring it down and set me free.” Casting aside his broken sword Sabastian took up the rune covered hammer. As Meira focused the elemental powers upon the chains turning them blue with ethereal power Sabastian brought the hammer down with every ounce of strength his willpower could muster.
In a moment there was a flash. It was as if the world blew apart. When Sabastian could open his eyes the sight that he beheld took his breath away. He was no longer at the base of a bridge nor was he upon the mountain. He was in a land of vibrant colours, of hues his eyes had never beheld. He was at peace with the cares of the battle behind him. If anything he wished to linger, to take ease, to rest.
A voice spoke to him while he enjoyed his succor. “Sabastian come back. Come back to me. I shall not be separated from you. This is not the time for rest.” With these words Sabastian could see a golden thread leading from his chest out off into the distance. All of a sudden he felt a pressure. A desire built within him to follow that thread. As he started to move in the threads direction it began to grow. No more a thread but a rope that tugged upon his heart. Again the voice pleaded with him. “You must return to me. Without you I have no purpose or meaning” The words spurred him on. He began to fly upon the vibrant realm ever heading toward the source of the voice.
Within moments he could feel his body stir. As he regained his senses he could feel the weight of life returning to him. With that weight came great pain. It was a pain that proved he was still alive. He opened his eyes to look up into the beautiful visage of a woman looking down upon him. She began to smile in relief as she saw that he was not dead. “What do I call my valiant rescuer? What is the name of the man I owe my freedom?” “My name is Sabastian,” he croaked out, And I’m glad I have found the fair maiden named Meira.” At this she blushed and placed a kiss upon his forehead. ”You have come a fair distance to save me. I shall call you Sabastian Farstrider. My heart will always be yours.”
With a start he sat up and looked out to the bridge but was relieved to see that the portal was gone. With the death of the Flame Brotherhood and the ending of the ritual the worlds seemed to have settled once more.
The two embraced at the foot of the bridge amongst the rubble of the broken anvil and shattered stone. A figure stole back into the shadows. Domenique’s words were cast upon the wind blowing among the boulders, “Enjoy your new found love for now but know it was my voice that brought you back from the dead. Our story is far from over.”