Eranithia: The Cave of Truth: Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Seth felt a surge of strength rush through him as the floor rumbled. He knew Serina was awake, but he didn't know what caused the tremble in the floor. He saw that his uncle had felt it all too. Not just the tremble, but the surge of strength in Seth. His eyes flashed wide with fear for a second, then he grinned as he reached his hand out to take Seth's strength.
Seth broke the ropes binding his hands together as if they were string, and not a three stranded rope. Then he stretched his hand out the same way. Instead of Seth's strength leaving him, he took some of Arnath's strength. It was something he never realized he could do.
Arnath stumbled back and fell onto the throne. He held his right hand as if Seth had hurt him. Instead of cowering he grinned knowing exactly what Seth had done.
“You're like me,” Arnath said.
Seth looked at him, still surprised by what he'd done.
“You have my ability to take strength from others.”
“No,” Seth said.
He let his guard down for a second.
“Cease him!” Arnath yelled at the soldiers in the room.
Karis and Sasha came out of hiding, engaging the soldiers in battle. Arland broke his bindings, grabbed the sword of the closest soldier and decapitated him. Moving to the next solider he ran the sword through his chest then took his sword from him.
“Seth!” he called.
Seth turned, catching the sword in midair. Then, he swung it around to deflect a soldier's sword. Flicking his wrist he disarmed the man then ran the sword through his belly. As he fought and killed soldier after soldier, he searched for the man with his red sword.
He saw a flash of red coming for his head. Blocking the sword with the one Arland tossed to him, Seth was able to grab the wrist of the man wielding his red sword. He squeezed his wrist, feeling the bones break. Seth ran his stolen sword through the soldier's belly then picked up his red sword from the ground. His joy fled from him when heard a blood curling scream come from the throne. He spun around to find Arnath holding Jennifer in front of him at knife point.
“Drop your weapons!” Arnath shouted over the sounds of battle.
“Let her go!” Seth demanded.
“You are not in a position to negotiate. I have the power right now.”
Arnath was right. Seth could do nothing. He had let Mark down. He had failed Eranithia.

Jennifer prayed to Sol for His strength. She knew what she had to do, but she didn't think she could actually go through with it. To her right a door flew open. Garandol, Mark and Serina came running into the Throne Room with one of Arnath's soldiers right behind them.
No! Sol, please help me! I can't do this. She pleaded.
I am with you, I will protect you.
“NO!” she heard Mark's hoarse scream ring throughout the Throne Room.
“Take them!” Arnath commanded his men.
“No,” Jennifer said.
“You have nothing to bargain with either.”
“Trade me for them. I will stay with you if you let them go.”
“No!” Mark screamed again.
She looked at him as best as she could, pleading with her eyes. Realization dawned on his face as he realized this was what she had seen on the wall of the Cave of Truth.
“No! Not this!” he pleaded with her as he continued walking towards them.
“Mark, stay back,” she cried, tears falling from her eyes.
He stopped, frozen in his tracks.
“Yes, stay back, Mark,” Arnath teased.
I have more power than they know, she told Arnath.
Do you? He asked, half skeptical half curious.
Yes.
Prove it.
Now?
Yes.
Barely using any of her power, she lifted the throne high in the air then threw it into a wall. The wood of the chair shattered, the golden legs and arms twisted into knots.
“My throne!” Arnath screamed like a child whose toy had been taken by a bully.
Then she picked up the pieces, reassembled them then placed it back as if it hadn't been touched.
That's just barely a taste of what I can do. Your sorcerer, Engard, was nothing compared to me. She said confidently. Jennifer hadn't said it out of pride, but more as a fact. Engard didn't have the power she wielded.
Kill one of them. Arnath commanded after thinking for a moment.
No!
I can kill you instead. Then I will have no reason to keep the others alive.
You don't even realize that I could turn that knife around and kill you with it right now do you? I let you find me because this was prophesied by Sol that I would be taken by you.
You give yourself willingly?
Yes.
You realize that the prophecy won't be fulfilled. I will turn you.
Jennifer didn't respond. She knew Sol was with her always. Arnath may be able to poison her mind, but she knew Sol would pull her out of his grasp when he chose to.
“Leave here!” Arnath said to them.
Seth and Arland both took a step forward, but Jennifer spoke to both of them.
This is Sol's will. He will deliver me from this bondage. Please, take Mark and Serina and go! I will be fine. Arland, trust me like you've never trusted me before. You know me; you know that I won't be turned for good. Please take care of Mark.

Arland wanted nothing more than to take Arnath's head off. But he couldn't argue with the will of Sol. He nodded to her, grabbed Seth's arm and led him to the others.
“Mark, please come. There's nothing we can do now. She's giving us a chance to escape. We can come up with a plan to rescue her,” Arland said to him.
“No! I'm not leaving without my sister!”
He stopped Mark from rushing Arnath by grabbing him by the arm. Seth grabbed Mark's other arm to help. Mark put up a good fight, kicking at both of them as he screamed for Jennifer. It broke Arland's heart, but he trusted Jennifer enough to know she was doing Sol's will.

Mark couldn't believe what was happening. They were leaving his sister behind in the clutches of evil. He didn't care what Arland said about being able to rescue her. That had to happen now!
He tried to fight back, but Seth and Arland were too strong for him to free himself. But nothing would stop him from doing what he could to rescue his sister. He couldn't allow Arnath to turn her! He had to protect her. Seth had made him promise to always protect Jennifer.
Mark looked right at Seth and shouted, “You made me promise! You made me swear to always protect her! How could you force me to go against that promise?!”
Seth whispered hoarsely, “I'm sorry, Mark.”
Mark tried to punch at him, but Seth and Arland had his arms held too tight. He could barely move. He kicked his feet wildly, but couldn't break free. Even in his torment he was amazed at their strength. Strength that was greater than his own. Strength he needed to rescue his sister one day. He glared at Arnath who smiled evilly back at him. Mark made a vow to himself that he would never stop fighting Arnath, and would never stop training until he had his sister back with him. Nothing could stand in his way.

Tears flowed down Jennifer's cheeks as she saw her brother carried away from the castle, Serina and Garandol right behind them. Serina turned back and looked right into her eyes.
I'll take care of him. Guard your mind. She warned.
Thank you. I will. Jennifer promised.
Once the others were out of the Throne Room, Arnath spun Jennifer around. She found a memory to protect with a strong wall of defense. It was locked inside a steel box. She just hoped that one day, Mark could get through to her. Somehow she knew that only he would be able to break through her defenses and rescue her mind from Arnath. She had to let Arnath gain control of her for a time. It was part of Sol's plan to bring him down.
Jennifer lost control of her mind, but she was still somewhat conscious of what was happening. It was something like an out of body experience, but she wasn't seeing everything from above. She still saw everything through her own eyes, but she couldn't keep herself from doing what Arnath told her.
“Lift every solider in this room,” he said.
Turning towards them, she lifted her right arm level with her shoulder. Then she flipped her hand so it was palm up. The men raised into the air a few feet. All thirty who were still alive.
“Good, very good,” his evil voice slithered into her ears. “Put them down. You!” he pointed at one of the soldiers. He stood up from having been dropped a few feet and staggered over to Arnath and Jennifer.
“Yes, sire?” he said bowing to Arnath.
“Jennifer. I want you to stop his mind.”
The soldier's eyes grew wide, bulging from his face. “No, please don't.”
“Do it.”
Jennifer entered the soldier's mind with her own. Their eyes locked for a moment. She spoke to him.
Are you loyal to Arnath? She asked the soldier.
  No, he answered, I was forced to join this army. He rules us with the power of his dark sorcerer.
Good. I have no wish to kill you, but I needed to know where your loyalties lied. When you wake later, find somewhere to hide. Search out Seth in Ashenland, tell him Jennifer said to protect you.
She slowed his mind down, putting him into a deep sleep. The soldier's eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth dropped open, then he slumped to the floor.
Arnath bent down and put his hand in front of the soldier's face. Satisfied the soldier was no longer breathing, he turned to Jennifer with a smile from ear to ear.
“You are powerful,” he said impressed. “With our friends from across the sea, and the Geoth, we will be unstoppable.”

Eranithia: The Cave of Truth: Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Mark found a hallway that he hoped connected the west and east wings. Halfway down he met Broc.
“This way,” Broc said quietly, tossing a set of women's clothing to him.
“Uh, Broc. I don't think these will fit me,” Mark said. “Besides, they're girl's clothes. I really don't think we'll need a disguise either-”
“They're for Serina you idiot,” Broc said, frustrated.
Mark laughed as he followed Broc down the east wing, through Seth's old room to the passage, then finally back to the north wall passage they came in through. Taking the spiral staircase to the bottom again, Broc went to the first door. He opened it to find a handful of guards staring at him. They hadn't expected someone to burst through the door.
Taking advantage of their surprise, Broc attacked, Mark on his heels, dropping Serina's clothes in the hall. The guards broke into pairs, Broc took one pair while the others slipped past, attacking Mark.
Mark blocked the sword flying at his neck to his left, kicked his attacker in the stomach then swiped at another guard's leg, severing it at the knee. The first one came back again. Mark ran his sword through the guard's stomach.
He pulled the sword out of his victim's stomach, rolled onto his back as a blade came down at him. He stopped the sword with his own, then grabbed the guard's wrists, planted his feet into the soft flesh of his belly, then rolled back, throwing him into two more guards as they rushed forward. As the guard hit his companions, Mark popped back to his feet, springing off of his hands.
Before the guards could recover, Mark ran for them, running his sword through the back of the one he'd tossed, into the chest of one below him. Then he kicked the third one in the face. The guard's head twisted to the side. The cracking in the guard's neck told Mark he'd broken the guard's neck.
“Now what?” he asked Broc once he had finally killed the guards he was fighting.
Broc gave him an impressed frown, “Well done. You'll make a fine warrior yet.”
Mark grinned and shrugged his shoulders as if taking on nearly a half a dozen guards was nothing.
“Some might say I already am. I did kill Margus you know. Besides, I took on twice as many as you and in less time.”
“Don't get cocky. This way,” Broc said with a smile, then led him to Serina's cell. A single guard waited for them at the door. His eyes were wide with fear and he shook uncontrollably.
Broc walked up to him saying, “I won't kill you if you cooperate.”
“If you don't kill me, Arnath will.”
“Then come with us,” Mark said hastily.
Broc and the guard looked at him. Broc's forehead scrunched up in confusion, the guard with pleading eyes.
“We have to start a rebellion somewhere don't we?” Mark asked.
Broc looked at him impressed once again.
“You're smarter than I thought,” Broc said, then turned back to the guard. “If you help us, you can join us in taking Arnath from the throne.”
The guard gave a wide, open mouthed smile, turned to the cell door then opened it for them, “Consider me your humble servant.”
“Wait here,” Broc said, then looked at Mark, nodding his head towards the room, indicating for him to follow.
Mark obeyed, following him into the dark room. There on a table in the middle of the room was the girl from his dreams. Exactly as he'd seen her, just with more cuts and bruises than she'd let him see. He still thought she was beautiful.
Broc! Mark! I'm so glad you're here, she said.
How do we wake you? Mark asked.
You can't. Only the one who put me in this enchantment can release me.
Is Engard here? Broc asked.
Not yet. He delivering a message to the Geoth. He has already met with them. They have agreed to fight with Arnath for total control of the Blood Mountains in return. Engard must have sensed what was happening and is on his way here now.
Then we need to get you out of here at least, Mark said, starting to grab her by the arms.
No! If you move me from this table I will die. It just like the Blood Mountains with the Geoth. She warned him quickly.
Then what can we do? Mark asked desperately.
We need Garandol before Engard gets here.

Garandol sensed someone trying to get into his mind. He searched for the source to find it was Serina, so he let her in.
Serina?
Garandol, we need you down here. Engard put up a spell that if I moved past the table I'm on, I'll die.
I'll be there soon. He turned his attention to Jennifer and said, Jennifer, they need my help in the dungeon.
Go, I should be fine here. Seth and Arland are about ready to break their bindings anyway.
I will return soon.
Before Garandol left, he searched the room. A man with a black cloak, long black hair and pale white skin disappeared amongst the soldiers. He had to hurry so, taking the same halls and passages Broc and Mark had, he made it down to the dungeons within a couple of minutes. When he arrived he was face to face with the man in black.
“Hello, Garandol,” he said in his scratchy voice.
“Engard.”
“You know you can't stop me.”
“I guess we'll just have to see.”
Engard took a deep breath and balled his hands into tight fists. His eyes turned completely black, then black flames erupted around his fists up to his elbows. The dark sorcerer raised his fists to his shoulders then extended his arms, bringing his fists together. A sound like a bomb going off shook the hall as the black flames engulfed Garandol.
When Engard let the flames die, Garandol was no longer standing in front of him. He clenched his teeth and his eyes bulged as he let out a hiss of frustration. When he spun around, Garandol was standing there. The good wizard extended one hand, sending Engard crashing into the stone wall.
Engard let out a throaty, scratchy scream of anger as he rose back to his feet. He brought his hands up to his chest, palms cupped six inches apart. A red ball of energy began to form between his hands, spinning furiously. The red orb continued to grow until a blue jet of energy crashed into him. He'd been too distracted growing the strength of his weapon to notice Garandol countering his attack. The blue jet continued to flow into Engard's chest as Garandol lifted him off the ground, pinning him to the ceiling.
Garandol brought Engard back down so he was now standing in the doorway of Serina's cell. The door stood wide open.
“No!” Garandol shouted as Broc came running over.
Broc didn't listen. His sword came through Engard's chest from behind.
“You have no more power here, witch,” Broc said.
Engard looked down at the blade protruding from his chest then looked back at Broc and said, “You should have listened to Garandol.”
Then he let out a loud scream. Red light shot out of his mouth and eyes. Black smoke billowed from his ears, nose and new chest wound. The entire stone hallway began to shake like a violent earthquake. Garandol took refuge a few feet away, praying for Sol's protection.
Cover Serina! Garandol spoke to Mark's mind.

Mark looked back at the scene as Broc held Engard with an arm around his neck and a sword through his back. The whole castle seemed to shake. He'd been through earthquakes before, but nothing like this. Stones and pieces of the ceiling began to fall all around him. Garandol spoke to his mind, telling him to cover Serina. The only thing he could do was lay over her. He hoped the strength Sol gave him would be enough to withstand falling rocks.
He hopped onto the table and fell onto Serina, positioning himself so the top of his chest was over her face. His back would take the brunt of the falling debris. Then an explosion shook the room even more. He didn't know how it happened but he and Serina were lying under the stone table. Safe from the falling ceiling.
When the violent shaking began to settle, Mark looked at her. Her eyes were open. Dark brown eyes, so big and soft. She was awake! Stones from the ceiling continued to fall for a few more long seconds. Small pieces broke off shooting at his face. He knew they must have been flying at Serina's face as well, so he put his head next to hers, staring at the floor, as he covered her face with his arm.
When the noise and shaking finally stopped, Mark looked around. A thick cloud of dust filled the room. He looked back down at Serina who smiled up at him.
“Hi,” he said stupidly.
“Hello, Mark,” she said with a small smile.
Mark thought her voice was just as beautiful as she was. It sounded even sweeter in person than in the visions she projected into his mind.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I am now,” she said, then looked around. “You can let us up now.”
Mark was glad she was saving him from total embarrassment by not making a big deal of him still laying on top of her. He hadn't realized the position he was still in until she said something.
“Sorry,” he said, his face burning hot with embarrassment.
“It's okay. You protected me while I was still unconscious.”
“You weren't unconscious the whole time though.”
“No, but you still protected me, and I thank you.”
He grinned bashfully as he rubbed his neck and said, “It was no problem.”
Mark rolled to the side then with a smile, she crawled out from the stone table. He let his shoulders slump then he punched the floor. Now his hand stung along with any dignity he had in him. Serina came back and crawled under the table again, kissed him on the cheek and gave him a wink.
“You coming?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said and crawled out form under the table.
“Good, because I need help walking. It has been ten years since I've used my legs.”
When he stood, he put one of her arms around his shoulders as he held her around the waist, helping her navigate through the debris. Large chunks of the ceiling lay everywhere, but he barely noticed. His head swam because of the kiss Serina had given him. He knew he had a stupid smile on his face, but there was nothing that could change it. Or so he thought.
When he and Serina reached the door, Garandol stood waiting for them. Mark looked around for Broc, but couldn't find him. Then he looked at the floor under the doorpost.
“What happened?” Mark asked studying the charred body of a soldier.
“Broc was foolish and brave. He took Engard's life, which freed Serina from her sleep, but it took his own life. Engard possessed too much dark power for Broc to withstand. Only I had enough power to slay this beast and not die. Even then, my energy would be greatly drained.”
Mark stared sadly at the blackened body that was once Broc. He would never forget the man who had given his life for them.
“Are you hurt?” Garandol asked, finally noticing that Mark was helping Serina walk.
“No, Mark did a wonderful job protecting me. But since it's been so long since I last walked, my legs are a bit weak.”
“Ah,” he said then knelt down. He whispered something which caused his hands to glow a soft white. Then he grabbed her around the ankles, then the knees.
Serina let go of Mark to use her legs on her own. Not all of her strength was restored, but enough to get her out of the castle so Seth could heal her completely.
“Thank you Garandol,” she said.
“You're welcome. Now, we must hurry, I'm sure Seth will be needing us soon.”

Eranithia: The Cave of Truth: Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The sun didn't shine the next morning. A fresh, thin layer of snow covered the ground, the skies were still white with clouds threatening to drop more. Seth and Arland left the cave early that morning to follow the path back to their horses.
An hour later they rode up to the thousand man guard in front of the castle. More had been stationed in front of the original barricade the day before. When Seth and Arland were about a hundred yards from the guard, they stopped and waited as ten men rode out to them. Seth recognized them by rank. A general, obviously new since Margus had been killed; his second, whom rode at his General's right hand; six corporals and two privates.
“What is your business here?” the general asked.
“My name is Seth, this is my friend, Arland.” Seth leaned forward on the horn of his saddle casually, then said, “I'm here to see my uncle.”
The general's eyes widened, “S-Seth?”
Seth gave him a wide grin and nodded.
The general leaned to one of the corporals and whispered to him. The corporal turned and rode for the castle.
“If you wouldn't mind dismounting,” the general said.
“Of course, Kyle,” Seth said, then swung off of his horse. Arland did the same, then they both slapped the rumps of their horses, sending them back in the direction they'd come.
“You...you know me?” General Kyle asked.
Seth looked up at the general, saying, “Just because I've been gone for ten years doesn't mean I forget a face. I mean, we were once friends. Or did you forget?”
Kyle's mouth seemed unable to close. Seth could see puffs of white coming from his gaping mouth because of the cold. He didn't seem to know what to say. Seth hoped he'd gained a friend with him. He'd hate to have to kill an old friend merely because he'd been misguided.
Kyle cleared his throat and said, “You do know, of course, I'm going to have to bind you.”
“Of course. My uncle still fears me.”
Kyle nodded to his men. Four of them dropped from their horses, then, after taking their weapons, bound Seth and Arland's hands behind their backs.
“Twice in a little more than a week, that's got to be a record hasn't it Arland?” Seth joked.
“For you maybe,” Arland joked back.

Garandol and the others ran down the tunnel the half of a mile it was to the end. His staff lit the way for them. It didn't take them long to get to the end of the passage. When they did, they found a ladder carved into the rock wall.
“I'll go up first,” Broc said.
He climbed up and pushed the wooden door open.
“If there's anyone in the passage, I can't see them. It's too dark,” he whispered down.
“Here,” Jennifer said, then created an orb of light between her hands and sent it up to Broc. It floated up to him as he climbed out of the door in the floor. The orb lit up the passage enough for him to walk up and down it to make sure it was clear. He returned a couple of minutes later.
“It's all clear,” he said, reaching his hand down to help the next one up.
Mark climbed the ladder. Broc helped him up, then Jennifer. The blue/white glow from the orb returned to her hand where she kept it lit. Garandol climbed up next then Karis behind him and finally Sasha.
“Mark, you come with me. Broc and Jennifer go to Serina's room to gather clothes for her change into. Sasha and Karis, go watch the Throne Room, but stay out of sight.”
They split up into the three pairs. Sasha and Karis went with Garandol and Mark to their end of the passage, up the spiral staircase and into another narrow hallway. Garandol went to the door ten yards away and searched behind it with his mind. He didn't sense anyone's presence behind the door, so he opened it and the others followed.
“Seth said his door was the last one on the right. The first one on the left should take you through the Master's Chambers. I will search the room before you open it so there aren't any unexpected surprises.”
Ten yards down, on the left was a door. Garandol searched behind the door with his mind. He held up his hand, telling them to wait as he listened in on the conversation...
“Sire, your nephew has turned himself in.”
“He what?” Arnath asked, surprised.
“He's here with an Elf. Bound and waiting for you in the Throne Room.”
“You're sure they're bound?”
“Yes, sire.”
“Are they also at the point of a blade?”
“Yes, sire.”
“I hope that's enough,” he said.
Garandol heard the fear in his voice. After all of these years, he still feared Seth's strength. He heard the door shut. Every mind that had been in the room was gone. He nodded to the Elves, they returned the nod and went into the chamber.
“Come,” Garandol said.
Mark followed him to the end of the hall. The last door on the right led them into Seth's room. It was empty, as they suspected it would be. They crossed the room to the main double doors to the room. Garandol reached out with his mind for anyone passing by. Two patrolling guards walked past. Garandol cracked the door open, saw they were a safe distance away then led Mark down the hall to the stairway to the Throne Room.

Seth and Arland waited for Arnath to come to the throne room, their hands still bound behind their backs. He entered from a door to the left of the throne, wearing a heavy black robe, what used to be Damien's crown and his fingers adorned with many rings.
Seth glared at his uncle, thinking, How dare he wear my father's crown!
“Nephew!” Arnath said, greeting Seth as if he were pleased to see him.
“Uncle,” Seth said curtly.
“It's been a long time, where have you been?”
“Here and there. Mostly there.”
“Have you really been living in the Blood Mountains all these years?”
Seth nodded, then said, “It's really lovely, especially in the summertime. You should come visit sometime.”
“Hmm. So what brings you here today?”
“The release of my sister.”
Arnath laughed loudly at Seth's demand. Then he stopped, pretending like he thought Seth was joking.
“Oh, you're serious.”
“Don't mock me, Uncle. Release her to me or else.”
“Or else what? You're bound and in my custody.”
Seth continued to glare at his uncle. He hated how much Arnath looked like his father, Damien. The only difference was the goatee and mustache Arnath wore on his face. He wanted to break the ropes around his wrists, strangle his uncle with his bare hands and pluck out the ugly goatee, one hair at a time. But he had to keep his urges under control until the right moment.

Jennifer and Broc entered Serina's room from the secret passage. It was left exactly how she had left it before being put under the enchanted sleep. No one ever entered the room. Cobwebs hung from every corner and doorway, her bed sheets were tossed aside as if she'd just woken up. Ten years of dust blanketed every hard surface.
Jennifer liked Serina just by looking at her room. She was neat and organized, like herself.
Broc crossed to Serina's closet, opened the door then began going through her clothes.
“She'll need something comfortable to travel in, but will also allow her to fight if need be.”
He found something much like what Karis wore. A brown, soft leather shirt and matching skirt. He also grabbed a long, black, wool cloak. With winter upon them, she would need the cloak to keep warm.
“Got it, let's go,” he said, heading for the double doors to the main hallway.
“Wait,” she whispered.
He stopped with his hand inches from the doorknob, then looked back waiting for her cue to go ahead.
Jennifer searched the hall with her mind for any enemies outside. There were two guards coming towards the door. She stretched both hands in front of her then clapped them together. Broc heard the thud of two bodies falling to the floor.
“Okay,” she said. “Go ahead.”
He opened the door to find two soldiers lying next to each other as if their heads had been smashed together. He looked back at Jennifer with a hint of fear in his eyes. All she did was smile then walk past him. She pulled the door open the rest of the way, looked both ways down the hall, then waited for Broc to join her. He looked up and down the hall as well, then led her to the south end where a stone staircase led to the Throne Room. Broc stashed the clothes halfway down the stairs.
“Don't mock me, Uncle. Release her to me or else,” they heard Seth say.
“Or else what? You're bound and in my custody.”
From within the shadows of the stairs Jennifer watched the scene. Seth looked directly at her without turning his head.
I'm here, she said.
So am I, Mark said.
Immediately Seth gave them orders. Mark, go down to the dungeons. Take Broc with you. Jennifer I need you and Garandol to stay here to help me in case Engard shows up.
Mark nodded then disappeared back up the staircase he was on.
Jennifer leaned back towards Broc and whispered, “Take Mark to the dungeons to free Serina.”
Broc turned and went back up the stairs without a sound. Jennifer watched as Arnath went on a rant about how he had finally won. He had Seth and Serina together in one place finally and could kill them both, together. Each spill of laughter made Jennifer's blood boil more and more.

Eranithia: The Cave of Truth: Chapter 15

Chapter 15


As they ate their lunch that afternoon, Arrow arrived with a return message from Seth. Garandol  untied the note from Arrow's leg.
“Go rest for a while friend. You have worked hard, thank you.”
Arrow screeched his gratitude, then flew out of sight.
“Where does he go when he rests?”
“Wherever he wants. He's one of the largest birds in Eranithia. He nearly rules the skies...when Mirgol's asleep anyway.”
Mark grinned as he took another bite of a bear-meat sandwich, “So what does Seth have to say?”
Garandol read the note then said, “We have to leave. We're meeting him at the Great Waterfall.”
“Why there?”
“Well,” Garandol pondered, “it's close and hidden. There's a direct view of the castle entrance. But I have a feeling there's another reason for us meeting there.”
“What's that?”
“If I knew, I would have told you.”
“No you wouldn't have,” Jennifer teased. “What about all those times when we were traveling to find Seth that you didn't tell us anything.”
Garandol smiled and said, “That was before I truly knew you.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes at him and continued eating. They finished their meal quickly, then went to Thern to update him on Seth. He was with Runa at the cliffs once again. Mark figured that location was like a Throne Room for them. A Centaur turned to Thern as they approached and whispered in his ear. Thern and Runa turned together to welcome them.
“Garandol, we were expecting you. We saw Arrow not long ago. What news do you bring us?”
“We just received word from Seth. We're to meet him at the Great Waterfall.”
“What's there?” Thern asked curiously.
“I think he has a plan, but what it is, I don't know.”
Thern rubbed his chin then said, “Well, we better not keep you. Take what you need for your journey. Keep me updated too.”
“We will,” Garandol said with a bow, then turned to gather their things.
Within an hour they were at the tree line where they found Thern and Runa waiting for them.
“May I call us horses to make our journey quicker?” Jennifer asked Thern.
“You may,” he said with a nod.
She whistled the same, musical whistle from the other day. Within a few minutes, the horses were racing through the forest towards them. Garandol swung onto one, Broc another while Mark and Jennifer shared the third.
Just before they left, they looked at the Rey and Reina one last time. Thern nodded to them and they returned the nod, then sped into the forest. Two Centaurs accompanied them as they raced through the forest for the border. The trees were a blur as they sped through the forest. Mark was glad he didn't have to worry about steering the horse. At the speed they were traveling, even his reactions wouldn't be fast enough to navigate through the trees.
Are you okay? Jennifer asked.
Yeah, just a little nauseous. Mark admitted.
Try closing your eyes and trust him. Try to feel his movements and go with it. Don't forget, he knows where he's going. Garandol is leading the way and all he's doing is trusting the horse.
Mark did as she said. He relaxed and let the horse do all the work and after a minute or so he could anticipate where the horse was going next. He could feel different muscles in the horse's shoulders twitch, telling him which way they were about to turn or swerve. It ultimately made the ride smoother for him and much easier on his stomach.
Jennifer giggled in his ear. He laughed a little to himself as well.
Due to the speed of the horses, the walk that took them a full day was completed in a couple of hours. By dusk they were at the fork in the road where one road went north towards the Blood Mountains and the other southeast to the Great Cliffs.
“Let's make camp in the woods,” Garandol suggested. He led them to where the trees grew close together so it was harder to see the campfire from a distance. They released the three horses, deciding to travel by foot in the morning.

Night fell over Eranithia, but Seth found it impossible to sleep. His mind couldn't let go of Lana or his sister. The two women in the world he loved the most. Or so his mind told him and he knew the mind could be fooled by a deceitful heart. He only hoped his heart wasn't fooling him with his feelings for Lana.
He stared at the stars as he reclined against his travel pack. The air continued to grow colder as it neared wintertime, so when they stopped for the night, he unpacked his heavy, brown, wool cloak. His hood covered his head as he watched the stars.
“Can't sleep?” Karis asked him as she sat next to him, sipping hot tea from a small wooden cup.
“What makes you think that?” he asked sarcastically.
She looked down at him and said, “Your eyes being open is a dead giveaway.”
He smiled as he said, “You're observant.”
“More observant than you might think,” she said.
Seth could hear the sadness and bitterness in her words as they cut right through to his heart. His stomach turned in knots as Arland's words came back to him. He had to tell her of his feelings for Lana.
“I know of your fondness for Lana, and honestly I can't say that I blame you. She's a wonderful woman, as beautiful as she is kind,” she started.
“She is,” he agreed.
“I'm not one to meddle in others' affairs but I have to ask,” she hesitated.
Seth sat up, pushed back his hood and looked at her.
“Karis, what is it?” he asked kindly.
She looked right into his eyes then asked, “Is she really the kind of woman you want to be with?”
He motioned for her to sit next to him, then asked, “What do you mean?”
She sat down and continued, “Don't get me wrong, I love her like a sister, but she's royalty. Any marriage she has will be for political reasons, not for love. Do you really want a wife who only marries you as a symbol of peace between nations?”
“There already is peace between Ashenland and the true Eranithia. What kind of symbolism would that be? We are not at war with each other are we?”
“No, but it's how it is with all royal families.”
“That's never how it's been for Ashenland and Eranithia. When an Elf woman chooses to be with a human man, she has to give up her immortality.”
“I know that.”
“No good king would demand such a sacrifice. It must be given freely. And I could never ask anyone to give up such a gift from Sol.”
“I would give it freely for the right man,” she said quickly.
Words seemed to stick in his throat. He wanted to tell her the truth about Lana, but now he was doubting what that truth was. He wasn't sure if he truly knew it to begin with. Would Lana give up her immortality for him? Would Sol possibly make an exception for her? He prayed he would.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't be saying such things. You have too much to be worrying about as it is. You don't need me adding to it. Forgive me,” she said as she started to get up to walk away.
He didn't know what made him do it, but he grabbed her hand before she could stand. She looked at him with watery eyes.
“Karis, wait. Stay, let's talk.”
“Talk about what? I just stupidly spilled my heart out at the worst possible time. You have too much riding on your shoulders right-”
“Quiet, please,” he said firmly.
She stopped with her mouth open, ready to finish her sentence. He hoped he hadn't offended her. He had meant to be more gentle in telling her to be quiet.
Seth sighed before continuing, “Lana and I care about each other a great deal. We have known each other since childhood. Whatever attraction you saw between us, may possibly be true, but it is impractical for either of us at this time. Like you said, I should be worrying only about my sister, and that's all I want to worry about right now. So, for now let's leave things where Lana and I have left them. We are friends, and we are here for each other. I need a friend right now to help me get my sister back.”
He searched her eyes then asked, “Can you be that friend?”
She looked at the dwindling fire as his words soaked in.
“None of us know what Sol's plan is for our lives when all of this is done. So, let's just be what we know we can be right now.”
“Friends,” she said, her voice cracking.
“Yes, friends.”
“I don't know if I can.”
He hadn't expected this. Maybe hoping for agreement was expecting too much.
“I can do this, though,” she said and looked at him again. “I will help you get your sister back. My orders are to assist you in any way possible. I will fulfill my duty. You are my commander for the mission and I will obey. Whatever you command of me, I will do it.”
He thought of how he could respond. With what she'd just told him, the thought of commanding her to be his friend crossed his mind. But he couldn't force that on someone. What kind of friendship would that be? He decided that silence would be his best response.
She got up and walked away from the camp. This time he didn't stop her. Instead he prayed.
Sol, I don't know what to do here. Lana is right. All I need to be concerned about is Serina's rescue. You know my heart's desire for Lana, but why am I feeling so conflicted? Lana is everything I could hope for, but there's something special about Karis as well. She's a strong woman, and willing to give up her immortality for the right man. I don't doubt she was referring to me.
Get up! a voice in his mind shouted.
Seth sat up and looked around. There was no one around. Then he saw a faint blue glow in the distance.
Follow me, the deep voice said.
“Where are you?” he asked in a whisper.
Follow my light.
Seth obeyed. He walked across the grassy expanse before him. It was almost pitch black as clouds began to roll in, blocking the moon. The blue light grew brighter as the sky darkened. It began to take shape as he grew closer. It was the form of a man. Suddenly, Seth was terrified of the blue, glowing man. He stopped, not wanting to go any further.
“Come to me,” the voice commanded. He sounded angry.
Seth was startled by how authoritative he sounded. Who could command him so easily? His stomach began to turn but he still wasn't sure why. He walked forward until he reached the man who stood before him. The blue glow faded and there stood an angry man dressed in a white tunic and pants.
“Where is your mind, Seth?” the man asked.
“Sol?”
“Answer my question.”
“My mind is with my sister.”
“Don't lie to me. I know your thoughts. Tell me everything.”
This has to be Sol. Has he ever appeared to someone like this before?
“I have appeared in this way before, but not often in anger. You're losing focus, Seth. Put aside any thoughts of Lanadore or Karis. I will work in them, it's not your responsibility.”
“Sol, I'm sorry. Please forgive me.”
Sol's tone changed to a softer one. “You are, of course, but you must focus on freeing your sister. You need her to take back what is yours by my design.”
“I know, but-”
“I don't want excuses. I want you to do what I've asked of you. Everything else will work itself out. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, my Lord, I do,” Seth said bowing his head.
“Good, now when you return to your camp, lie down. You will sleep. Tell no one of our meeting. Get the rest you need before meeting Garandol at the Great Waterfall.”
“Yes, Lord, forgive me.”
“You are forgiven,” he said softly. “Now go.”
Seth bowed to him and walked towards the soft orange glow of the shrinking campfire. As soon as he laid down against his travel pack, he fell into deep sleep.

The next morning, Mark woke with a chill. He saw frost on the plants around them. It felt like winter was upon them. In the distance he heard the roar of water. It made him realize how thirsty he was. He unhooked his water skin from his pack. It was almost empty. He'd have to refill it later.
He tipped his head back as the cold water soothed his dry throat. Then he looked around the camp and noticed Broc was missing. He threw off the rest of his heavy blanket, then stood up and looked around. The Centaurs were on opposite ends of the camp, Jennifer had slept next to him, directly across the fire was Garandol. But the spot Broc was supposed to be in was empty.
Throwing on his cloak he began to search the woods around the camp. He couldn't see him anywhere. He tried to reach out with his mind, but still nothing. It seemed Broc had abandoned them. But why?
“Mark?” came a voice behind him.
“Broc!” He said as he spun around. He carried a bundle of rabbits over his shoulder.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked.
“Looking for you!” Mark said excitedly.
“For me? But why?”
“You were missing from the camp. I thought...”
They stood in an awkward silence for what seemed an eternity to Mark. How foolish he'd been to think Broc had abandoned them. He wanted to kick himself for having such a thought.
“You thought I'd abandoned you, or betrayed you?”
Mark dropped his head down and nodded in shame, “I'm sorry, Broc. I guess a part of me still doesn't trust you.”
Broc grinned through his thick beard and said, “It's quite alright, Mark. I understand that I must earn your trust. I don't expect to earn it right away, I'm not so foolish or naïve to think I can.”
They stood there in an uncomfortable silence for a moment, then Broc said, “Come, let's have breakfast.”
Mark walked with him back to camp. When they arrived, he sat on the cold ground as he watched Broc gut and clean the rabbits to be cooked. After a few minutes he pulled his blanket around his shoulders and stared at the fire. He thought about their mission. Rescuing Serina; the girl from his dreams. The beautiful girl he longed to meet. He knew the souls of his parents were the same souls that were once Seth and Serina's parents as well, but he wondered if it made a difference since they have different bodies with different genetic makeups.
You know you haven't even met her yet. You've only seen her in the way she's allowed you to see her. Jennifer said breaking into his thoughts.
Don't read my private thoughts! He said back angrily.
She giggled then said, I don't have to read your thoughts to know what you're thinking, brother. We're closer than that.
Mark turned around and sighed as he asked, I'm that obvious?
No, I just know you inside and out. I always have, just like you know me. And ever since we came to Eranithia, our connection has grown.
Will we ever have a connection with someone other than each other?
He felt the pain in her heart from his words. He hadn't meant what he said in the way it came out.
Jennifer, that's not what I meant. I love you, you know that. His eyes pleaded for forgiveness.
I know, and I knew what you meant.
Then what's wrong?
Nothing, I'm fine. She lied.
Don't lie to me.
He saw a flash of Arland in her mind. He laid down next to her again, facing her. Her eyes opened letting a few tears escape. Mark reached over and wiped them away.
I'm sorry, sis. We'll see him soon.
I know, but a part of me thinks I'm losing him, like there's someone else.
Really?
Yeah, I don't know why, but I just feel like someone else has caught his eye. A cold breeze blew through, lifting a strand of hair off of her forehead.
Well he would be a fool for choosing anyone over you.
That's sweet, but what can I do about it since I've yet to see him since I've been back. It's been more than a week, and although I love you and Garandol, and I've really enjoyed meeting the Centaurs, I just want to see Arland again.
We'll see them today. We're supposed to meet them at the Great Waterfall. Mark assured her.
I know.
Then cheer up! I'm sure he will be thrilled to see you again.
He may be, but will it be in the same way I'll be thrilled to see him?
Look, when we first came to Eranithia, I didn't like the fact that you two were always together. But he and I got a chance to talk, just the two of us, and he really cares about you. Granted he didn't know you very well yet, but I don't think that matters at first, you know? Sometimes when you know, you just know.
Like you know with Serina?
He laughed in his head and a smile spread across his face as he said, I have no idea about her. She's probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but you're right, she's probably just letting me see her in the way she wants me to.
“Are you two going to eat?” Broc interrupted them.
They looked and saw everybody else was awake and enjoying a bowl of rabbit stew.
“Let's eat, we can talk more later,” Mark whispered as he sat up.
Jennifer reached out her hand. He took it and pulled her up to her feet then into a tight hug. Broc walked around the fire to them and gave them their breakfast.
“We have plenty, so eat up,” he said as he returned to his side of the fire.
After their meal, they cleaned up camp, packed their travel packs, then continued east through the trees.
After a couple of hours of walking through the forest they came to The Great Cliffs. Mark and Jennifer stared in awe at the expanse of The Marshes before them. They led right up to the base of the Stone Step Mountains.
“This is where I leave you,” Timberfoot said.
They said their goodbyes, then the two giants left for their individual mountain peaks.
“This way,” Garandol said.
“We will be waiting in the forest for you,” Gaith said.
“Very well. Thank you for the escort,” Garandol said, bowing to them. Mark, Jennifer and Broc all did the same, then followed Garandol down a narrow path. Just to the north of them, they could see the castle. In front stood a thousand soldiers in well formed lines, shoulder to shoulder, twenty-five wide and twenty deep on either side of the gate.
“Arnath must know something,” Mark said.
“He doesn't know about anything that's about to happen. That is why he has such a strong guard,” Garandol said. “The only way he would know something, is with dark magic. His sorcerer is probably away, so he placed extra guard in front of the castle to protect him.”
The path took them down the face of the cliffs and out of sight of the castle. A hundred yards down the path was The Great Waterfall. Mark stared in awe as they walked. It wasn't very wide, maybe only thirty feet across. But it was powerful, and the tallest he'd ever seen. It dropped to the bottom of the cliff, a thousand feet below, into a lake which broke off into many, tiny rivers. Those small rivers formed the ponds and small lakes that made up The Marshes. They stretched as far as the eye could see to the east and ended at the Stone Step Mountains.
As they neared the waterfall Mark noticed something else about it. There were two rivers forming the waterfall. One from above, which Mark knew to be the Golden River, and one from beneath it, shooting out from the cliff face.
“What river is that coming out of the cliff?” Mark asked shouting over the noise of the waterfall.
“It's one of the underground rivers,” Garandol shouted back to him.
“Isn't it mixing with the Golden River?”
“Yes, but this river is called the Healing River. It cancels out the curse of the Golden River.”
“So it's safe to drink?”
Mark stumbled over a loose rock, but caught himself before falling over the edge. His heart raced faster than ever. His stomach clenched and the blood drained from his face as he plastered himself against the wall of the cliff.
Are you okay? Jennifer asked.
Oh, just fine. I just nearly fell to my death.
Calm down, she said in as soothing of a voice as she could muster.
How are you so calm? You're afraid of heights, he asked.
Thanks for reminding me. Just watch the path. Forget about the waterfall for a while, ask your questions later.
Good idea.
Slowly he pried himself from the cliff wall and watched the path as they continued on towards the waterfall. The path took them behind the two falling forces of water. As they neared the waterfall, the path grew more and more slick. Mark watched each and every step he took, to make sure he wouldn't fall again. He knew if he fell into the falling sources of water, he wouldn't survive hitting the bottom.
The light grew darker as the passed under the waterfall. The path even widened into a place where they could all stand. Garandol stopped for a moment, welcoming the water that fell on them. A heavy mist enveloped them as they stood there. Mark was amazed at how good it felt. The water was crisp and cold, almost too cold to touch. But that feeling went away as he noticed the cuts and bruises on his arms began to heal. Energy like he'd never felt before came over him. He as if he could stay awake for days!
Doesn't this feel amazing? Jennifer's voice asked in his head.
  Yes it does! He said turning towards her.
  It feels like someone is injecting me with energy drinks! She laughed.
Mark laughed with his sister. This had become his favorite place in Eranithia. The Healing River. Oh, the things Sol created!
Garandol waved them on. Even though Mark was disappointed to leave the Healing River, his mind returned to Serina. They had to keep going. And with this rejuvenation he felt, he thought he could do it all on his own. But as they walked further from the waterfall, reality sank in a little more. There was no possible way he could rescue Serina alone!
Then they came to a cave a hundred yards past the waterfall. Mark looked at the rest of the cliff but didn't see any other caves. This must be a real cave this time, not a foot or handhold created by the Geoth or the Takor.
When they were inside the dry cave, Garandol waved his staff over all of them, making them dry again.
“That Healing River is something else, isn't it?” Mark asked excitedly.
“It is. It will heal any wound. All you need to do is drink of it and it will heal any injury or sickness.”
“Amazing,” Mark said, then looked around the cave. “Where does this lead?”
“I don't know,” Garandol said. “It's something I've always wanted to explore but have never had the chance.”
“You've lived for two hundred years and have never had the chance to explore a cave?”
Garandol chuckled, then said, “I have explored many things in Eranithia, but I don't think I've seen half of it. Eranithia may not be a very large country, but it has many secrets and wonders to be explored.”
“I want to see as much as possible when all this is done,” Mark said, then went to the edge of the cave and stared out over the marshes. Something about them attracted his attention. In Lord of the Rings, the marshes were where the ones who had fallen during the war slept. He wondered if these marshes were anything like that. He hoped not.
Mark sat on the ledge and stared out at the scenery before him, soaking it all in. Jennifer sat with him.
“What's on your mind?” she asked.
“Nothing really. Just enjoying the scenery.”
“It's beautiful isn't it?”
“Yes it is.”
They sat together, staring at the Stone Step Mountains with the way they looked like giant stairs leading up to the pointed mountain peaks. The sky was white with clouds.
“Looks like it's snowing on the Stone Step Mountains,” Mark said, noticing how the peaks were slowly turning white.
“It's heading this way,” Garandol said, standing behind them.
“So, tomorrow will be a cold battle then?” Mark asked him.
“If it comes to a battle, yes.”
“You don't think it will?” Mark asked, looking up at the old wizard.
“We may have to fight our way out of the castle, but it's very likely we will escape with no casualties.”
Garandol seemed to be speaking as if he knew something they didn't. Jennifer kept quite and just stared at the whitening mountain peaks.
“Do you know something we don't?”
Garandol chuckled and said, “There's a lot I know that you don't, young one.”
Mark rolled his eyes saying, “You know what I mean, old man.”
Garandol laughed, Mark laughed with him. The week they had spent together as just the two of them had really created a bond. Mark found himself looking up to Garandol as a father, or grandfather rather,  more than a teacher.
“Dinner is ready,” Garandol said, then walked back to the fire.
Mark got up to follow him but noticed Jennifer hadn't moved.
“You comin'?” he asked her.
She didn't respond.
“Sis?” he asked as he sat back down next to her. He saw her face streaming with tears. “What's wrong?”
Jennifer wouldn't tell him anything. She just stared at the mountains and cried. He put his arm around her, holding her close. She put her head on his shoulder and let her tears flow.
“I wish you could tell me what's bothering you.”
“I wish I could tell you too,” she confessed.
Emotion gripped his throat like an iron fist as he let her cry. It was all he could do. He had to trust her and this was testing his trust more than ever.

Seth led his party into a cave where a small fire was slowly dwindling to embers. A young boy he recognized woke startled, grabbed his sword and lunged at Seth. Seth sidestepped, squeezed Mark's wrists and wrenched the sword from his grip, Then tossed the golden blade aside.
“Good reflexes. If it were anyone else, you may have stood a chance,” Seth told him.
Mark grinned stupidly, then went to retrieve his sword. Jennifer leaped from her place around the fire then ran to Seth and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace.
“It's so good to see you,” she said.
“It's good to see you too, Jennifer.”
Then she let go, finally seeing Arland. Seth watched the exchange of their greeting. He saw the anxious look on Jennifer's face as nerves attacked her. He knew what she was feeling. It was the same feeling he got every time he saw Lana.
He could just barely hear the words they said. Speaking in hushed tones, a little more than a whisper. She expressed how she'd missed him. He didn't say anything in response, but Seth watched his face. He seemed conflicted. Was Arland's heart now torn between two?
And he told me I needed to choose. That hypocrite! But who was the other? Seth wondered.
“Who are they?” Jennifer asked curiously after letting go of Arland.
“Right,” Seth said, hearing Jennifer's question. He walked back to the two Elves and introduced them. “This is Sasha-Ingatu, we prefer to call him just Sasha. He is the head of the Forest Guard in Ashenland. He and his team protect the border from intruders.”
Sasha bowed to them and the rest returned the bow. Then Seth went to Karis and placed his hands on her shoulders like he had with Sasha. Then he let go, thinking it might not be the best idea. He didn't want to give the wrong impression to anyone, especially Karis.
“And this is Karis. She's a very fierce warrior who kept me in shape while I was in Ashenland.”

Mark walked up from retrieving his sword and when he saw Karis, he stopped dead in his tracks. Any thought he might have had about Serina before was immediately replaced with Karis's face. Suddenly his face felt hot, palms sweaty, mouth dry and he couldn't remember his name if his life depended on it.
“Mark, Seth was just introducing us to Sasha, and Karis,” Jennifer said, breaking through to him.
Breathe, she reminded him.
He took a breath but seemed to forget what to do after that.
And now out, she said with a laugh. What about Serina?
Who?
Jennifer rolled her eyes then stepped up to Sasha and Karis to shake their hands. They greeted her warmly, shaking her hand with a slight bow.
Mark walked up to Sasha and gripped his forearm firmly. They both gave a slight bow, then let go. Then he stepped up to Karis. She didn't smile but knew his face shined with awkward stupidity. He smiled to one side of his face and reached out his hand to shake hers. She grabbed his forearm like Sasha had and squeezed tightly. She gave no bow, let go quickly then walked to the fire and sat down in front of it.
“What did I do?” Mark whispered to Seth.
“Nothing,” Seth said gripping his shoulder. “It's my fault she's in such a foul mood.”
“What happened?”
“That's for another time. We have more important things to worry about right now.”
Everyone gathered around the fire. Garandol waved his staff over the fire then a 3D image of the castle rose out of the flames.
“Can you show us the cliffs as well? This cave is important,” Seth said.
Garandol waved his hand in front of the castle. It shrunk down to allow the land in front of the castle appear. Seth pointed to the cave.
“This cave leads into the castle. No one knows about it other than Serina and I. I don't even think my parents knew about it. We used to sneak out of the castle through this cave in the summertime to watch the fireworks the Marsh People display every year.”
“Where does it lead?” Mark asked.
“To a secret hall along the back of the castle. From it are doors to passageways that lead to rooms within the castle. At either end are spiral staircases to each level...”

Eranithia: The Cave of Truth: Chapter 14

Chapter 14

The next morning, Mark woke to the sweet smell of fruit. Gaith and Hiln had gathered some from the surrounding trees for their breakfast. In the dark of night, Mark hadn't seen what kind of trees surrounded their camp, but now he saw the many kinds around them. Apples, oranges, pears and many others kinds of fruits grew all around them. It was like Sol planted an eclectic fruit orchard, just for them.
After a fast breakfast, they packed their bags and continued on. When Gaith said they weren't far from their destination the night before, Mark hadn't expected them to be as close as they were. Within fifteen minutes they came out of the forest to a grassy plain. Less than one hundred yards to their right were cliffs. Mark heard the faint sounds of waves crashing.
They were in Kushen. The coastal lands ruled by the Centaurs. He knew it was the ocean he was hearing at the foot of the cliffs. But his attention was now directed towards the two Centaurs staring out over the cliffs with their backs to them. The two Centaurs turned as they heard Gaith and Hiln's heavy footsteps.
The male Centaur had a brown horse body with matching skin. His curly, shoulder length black hair blew in the wind. The only piece of clothing he wore over his naked man's torso was the strap to hold the scabbard for his sword. Just looking at him, Mark could see he was a seasoned warrior. His arms, chest and stomach bulged with rippling muscles. Also, if you looked close enough, you would find battle scars from the wars he'd fought in.
The female had a pinto horse body with tanned skin on her human torso. Her long, blond, curly hair fell down her back and her front. Her sea-green eyes were sharp and searching, but kind as well. She wasn't the seasoned warrior her husband was but her well toned arms and stomach muscles proved she could handle herself in a fight if need be. She wore a little more clothing than her husband with a sleeveless leather vest held closed by leather laces up the front.
They gave a bow to welcome them. Garandol knelt down, bowing to them both. Mark and Jennifer followed suit immediately and Broc behind them.
Gaith stood in front of the Rey and Reina a little off to the left and announced them.
“Thern and Runa, Rey and Reina of the Centaurs, I present to you Garandol the wizard, Broc the former general of Arnath's army, and Mark and Jennifer the prophesied twins. They are here as ambassadors of Seth, Damien's son and the true king of Eranithia.”
There was a long silence before Garandol spoke, still kneeling, but with confidence.
“Thern, Rey of the Centaurs, we come on behalf of Seth, Damien's son. His request is that old alliances and friendships be resurrected.”
“What does Seth, Damien's son, offer?” Thern responded in a deep powerful voice.
“Peace between our nations. To go back to the old ways before Arnath stole the kingdom from its true king.”
“And how does he plan to do this?”
Garandol stood and faced the Rey.
“He will engage Arnath in war, with your help, the help of the Elves, and the help of the Takor.”
“And why couldn't he visit me himself?” Thern asked pointedly.
“He is with the Elves as we speak. As you know, their pride is great. It was necessary for him to visit them face to face. With you, your greatness, a trustworthy friend is enough. You depend upon trust more than proof with your eyes.”
Thern looked at his wife and grinned, “Your words are flattering even if they are true. All Seth would have to do is prove himself with a single task. If he is able to accomplish this task, our faithfulness to him will not falter.”
“What shall his task be?”
“What is he offering to the Elves?”
“The rescue of his sister.”
Thern cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Isn't she dead?”
“No. She is merely in an enchanted sleep. Arnath created that lie so no one would trust Seth. He wants Seth killed because he knows Seth is the only one who can bring him down,” Garandol explained with the slightest amount of anger in his voice.
“I knew the story couldn't be true,” Thern said in frustration. “He didn't kill his family and escape. It was Arnath wasn't it?”
“Yes. He set Seth up. The only reason he was found holding the murder weapon over his father's body was because he'd pulled it out of him in his dying moment.”
There was a fire behind Thern's eyes. If pushed enough he would have gone to war that moment but he knew he couldn't without the Elves. Arnath had too many men, they would be outnumbered.
“We will back Seth regardless. He has our support,” he growled.
“Thank you, Thern,” Garandol said, bowing again.
Thern nodded but his anger was too great to speak. Instead, his wife spoke.
“Now that business is taken care of, please join us for a meal. I'm sure you are all very hungry.”
“We are, your highness,” Garandol said, dipping his head in thanks.
“This way,” she said warmly.
She and Thern led the way along the tree line to a sort of crater in the earth. As they approached they could see it was an amphitheater. A single, long, stone table stretched through the center of the bottom with a variety of food. Oatcakes, fruits and grasses to feed the horse stomachs of the Centaurs. Then meats, breads, wines and beers, sweet cakes and pastries for the human stomachs.
Mark and Jennifer stood at the top of the amphitheater mouths gaping open, saliva threatening to spill out.
“Please, don't be shy. If you're hungry, eat,” Runa said with laughter.
They looked at each other, then at Runa. She motioned her arm towards the path leading to the bottom of the amphitheater.
“Thank you Reina Runa,” they said together with a bow, then ran down to the table and began dishing food for themselves. They took a seat on the lowest level of the grassy platforms surrounding the center of the amphitheater. They were just large enough for a horse to lie down and rest, with enough room for another to pass by behind to reach another level.
Broc soon joined them, sitting cross-legged as he ate.
“They carved this right into the earth,” he said with a mouth full of a quail meet sandwich.
Mark and Jennifer looked up at him as they chewed, cheeks about to burst.
“The Rey and Reina stand in the center at the bottom, while the rest lie on each grassy level to listen to them speak. It's not a safe place to stand if they were to be attacked or if someone decided to betray them. But as Garandol said, they are a very trustworthy and trusting race. They leave themselves vulnerable to show their trust to their people.”
Mark and Jennifer grunted as Broc told them more about the Centaurs. Then Mark saw Garandol walk back up the path, toward the forest again.
“Where's he going?” he asked with a mouthful of food.
“Probably to send word to Seth,” Broc said, then tore off a piece of his sandwich with his teeth.
Mark took a bite of some of the bread on his plate as he watched Garandol disappear from sight.

Seth was sitting on a large white rock extending over the Silver River when he heard Arrow's call. The sun was high in the sky. It was a little before noon. The hawk circled down to him, then landed on his arm. He extended his left talon to Seth so he could take the message form him.
“Thank you, Arrow,” he said.
The bird screeched at him then flew to a tree.
“What do you have there?” came a voice behind him.
He turned his head to see Lana walking towards him. She wore a pink dress made of a light material. Seth thought the white shawl she wore over his shoulders made her glow like an angel.
“Seth?” she said.
“Huh?” he looked at her as if she'd just arrived.
“What did Arrow bring you?” She asked, laughing.
He looked at his hands and saw a rolled piece of parchment.
“Oh, right. I haven't read it yet, but it must be from Garandol.”
“Then, let's read it together,” she said with a smile.
He smiled and unrolled the parchment as she sat down next to him. Lana leaned her head in until both of their heads were practically touching.
“Broc's had to leave Arnath's army. That's disappointing. He was my plan to get in.”
“You'll think of something,” she encouraged him.
They read on together.
“Just like with your father, I have to prove myself to them. But they'll accept the same trial I go through for your father as their trial as well.”
“The Centaurs have always been very trusting.”
“That's what they base their decision on. Trust.”
“Sometimes I wish we Elves were more like them.”
“So do I.”
She raised her eyebrows at him.
“I mean, us humans.”
“Uh huh,” she with a teasing skepticism.
He smiled, knowing what she was doing.
“Well I better go talk to your father,” he said.
“There's plenty of time for that.”
His smile widened as he asked, “What did you have in mind?”
Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight.
“I was thinking taking a boat ride on the Silver River would be nice before dinner.”
Seth looked at the river. The thought of being alone with Lana twisted his stomach into nervous knots. He wanted nothing more than to be with her but he wondered if spending time alone with her was a good idea. They'd decided together that now wasn't the time for a relationship. He had too much to focus on. But she was already on his mind so much. Then again so was rescuing his sister. Would he be able to block Lana out of his mind enough to rescue Serina?
“Are you okay, Seth?” she asked rubbing his back.
“Huh?” he jumped at her touch but welcomed it as well. “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about Serina.”
“Maybe the boat ride should wait.”
“No, it's okay.”
“No, Seth, you have too much to worry about. We talked about this last night. It's probably a bad idea for now. Let's go see my father.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, hoping she'd change her mind again.
“Yes. Right now rescuing Serina is the most important thing that should be on your mind.”
She never ceased to amaze him. To put their desires on hold for the sake of the future of Eranithia so willingly was more than an admirable trait. Never before had he wanted to be with someone as much as he wanted to be with her. The more time he spent with her, the more he fell in love with her.
“Let's go,” she said as she stood and offered her hand. He took it and she led him to the dirt pathway leading back up to the castle; her arm slipped into his as they walked.
“Lana, you are truly an amazing woman,” he told her.
She blushed slightly then looked up at him, saying, “I know.”
He chuckled a little. Then a memory came rushing back to him like a tidal wave.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I just had a memory from growing up. Serina and I used to sneak out of the castle to watch the Marsh People in the summertime. They had bonfires late at night with such beautiful displays of fireworks. There's a cave under the castle that leads to the Great Cliffs-”
He stopped suddenly. Lana stood facing him, looking up into his eyes, searching him.
“What is it?” she asked, concerned.
Seth grinned at Lana as he said, “I don't think Arnath knows about it! That's my way into the castle!”
“This is good news! Let's hurry and tell my father.”
Seeing the excitement in her eyes gave him more hope that his mission would be a success. Seth began to wonder what it would be like to have her at his side in all he did. The support and encouragement she was giving him made him feel invincible; like he could never fail.
When they arrived in the Throne Room, they found Efreal meeting with some of the commoners, acting as a judge. In this case; it was a property line dispute.
“If you can't figure this out, the tree must be removed from the property. I will not have my people squabble over something so petty. You have twenty-four hours to resolve this or I will have someone remove the tree,” Efreal spoke with authority and frustration.
His people had gotten in a habit of squabbling over petty things since the broken relationship with Eranithia. Nobody could go freely from country to country anymore. Before, if neighbors couldn't agree on something, one of them would go on holiday for a time and come back with a different perspective and resolve the issue.
Efreal looked up and saw Seth and Lana enter the Throne Room.
“Everybody out! I need a break. Seth, Lana, come here.”
They walked up to the throne. As Lana took her seat next to her father, Seth bowed to Efreal in the presence of the commoners in the Throne Room as they left. He wanted to show that Efreal was the ultimate power, under Sol, in Ashenland. He also wanted to show he didn't receive any special treatment other than being a guest of the Ri.
“What news do you bring me? I heard Arrow's call earlier,” Efreal asked, welcoming a break from his more tedious tasks.
“Broc has been compromised and is now working directly with Garandol. We have lost our eyes on the inside.”
Efreal sighed then said, “It was bound to happen. Anything else?”
“The Centaurs are ready to support me upon my success of rescuing Serina.”
Efreal slapped the arm of his throne in delight, “This is good news. Elves, Centaurs and humans working together once again. And now with the backing of the Takor as well. This is good news indeed.”
“Yes, your majesty,” Seth said. Seth was pleased at Efreal's excitement, but surprised that he was starting to welcome the idea of the Takor being on their side now.
“Enough with the formalities,” Efreal said with a wave of his hand. “Soon you will be my equal!”
“Thank you, sir, but until then I must respect your authority over me.”
Efreal's face broke into a wide smile.
“You are a good man, Seth. Worthy of this family if I have any say in the matter.”
“And you know you don't, father,” Lana said as a firm reminder.
Her smile betrayed her, though. Seth saw how much she agreed with her father. Butterflies returned to his stomach as he entertained the thought of marrying Lana. The war hadn't even started, yet he couldn't wait for it's end.
“Ah, once again I'm corrected by a woman in this family. I seem to have no authority in my own household no matter how much I have over the rest of the land.”
Seth grinned at their playful banter; he longed to have a relationship like this with his own children one day.
“Father, you are the head of the house, and I respect that. But sometimes you just need a little reminder of how marriages happen around here.”
“Am I wrong for wanting what's best for my only daughter?”
She smiled, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Of course not, Father.”
Seth stood awkwardly before them. Even though he truly wanted to be with Lana, the fact that their less than subtle suggestions about him, right in front of his face, made him a little uncomfortable.
“Right. So, when do you leave for your mission?” Efreal asked suddenly.
“As soon as possible,” Seth said, glad for the change of subject.
“Well not until you have a good meal in you. Leave in the morning after breakfast. Tonight we send you off in style.”
“Thank you, but I really think I should leave tonight. But I will accept the meal.”
“As long as we have another great meal this week!” Efreal laughed and extended his hand as he stood. Seth took it and Efreal pulled him in close. “You are like a son to me,” he said. “I will send two of my best with you for backup.”
“Thank you. It is much appreciated,” Seth said, bowing while they still gripped each others hand.
“Good, now, go do what you need to before you leave. I'm sure you have many preparations.”
“I do, thank you. I will see you at dinner?”
“Yes, yes. At sunset.”
Seth bowed, then left for his room. His mind wrestled between thoughts of being with Lana and those of rescuing his sister. He hoped he'd be able to clear his head enough to save Serina.

As Seth began to pack his things, there was a knock on the door. It wasn't the loud knock of Efreal, but one that was softer. He hoped it to be Lana but when he opened the door, he was surprised, and a little disappointed, to see Arland standing there.
“Arland, I wasn't expecting you.”
“I just heard from Efreal. We're leaving tonight?” Arland asked, stepping inside.
“Yes, I'm sorry. I meant to come tell you myself. It just-”
“Slipped your mind?” he asked with a hint of frustration.
“Yes. Is something the matter?” Seth asked concerned.
“Nothing, I apologize. I was out of line,” Arland tried to apologize, but Seth wasn't believing it.
“No, Arland, we're friends. Tell me what's bothering you.”
Arland was halfway across the room by the time he turned to face Seth again.
“From the moment we arrived in Ashenland, it has been all about you. Not that I want any of the attention, but you haven't seemed to have much focus on the reason why we came here.”
“What do you mean? We came to gain the support of the Elves. I have to prove myself to them, and now I have an opportunity to. With your help, and the assistance Efreal is sending with us, we have a great chance of doing so.”
“And what of Lana? Karis? Your little love triangle you've created.”
Finally the truth was out.
“What about it?” Seth said, returning to his pack. Why are we discussing such petty things before leaving for a mission?
Arland sighed and paced a few steps in attempt to control his anger.
“First of all, you show a slight interest in Karis, so now she thinks there could be a relationship between you two. Then you spent all your time with Lana, while Karis stood back and watched every moment.”
“She did?” His heart began to sink to his stomach. He'd never intended to hurt anyone.
“Clearly you must choose which you will pursue.”
“Arland, I don't have time to pursue anyone right now. I have too much to worry about with rescuing Serina.”
“I agree, so you must make it clear to both of them that you have no intentions of pursuing either of them for the time being.”
“Lana and I have already made that clear. Actually, she made that clear.” He turned back to his travel pack again, “As for Karis, I have hardly seen her since the pools.”
“Well, she has seen you,” Arland reminded him.
“I know. You mentioned that,” he shoved a shirt into his pack roughly.
“She's heartbroken.”
Seth sighed then turned to Arland, arms stretched out to his sides, “I'm getting your message. But, what am I supposed to do?”
Arland didn't answer.
“Tell me, Arland, what am I supposed to do?”
“Figure it out,” he said, then walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Seth sat down at the foot of the bed, elbows on his knees, face in his hands.
“Sol, what do I do? I know pursuing a woman at this time should be the furthest thing form my mind, and I can't pursue two women at the same time either. I need your guidance. What should I do?”
Seth sat in silence listening for any message from Sol. He heard nothing speaking to him, but in his heart his feelings for Lana grew stronger. His desire to be with her, to marry her, grew with each passing moment. Seth began to wonder if this was Sol's answer to him.
Then suddenly his thoughts went to Serina. His mind was flooded with images of her, battered and bruised. Her face scarred from the beatings Arnath gave her. Seth's anger and determination to save her grew stronger than any other feeling he had in that moment. This was Sol's answer. He knew it without a doubt. Serina had to be his only focus right now.
“Thank you, Sol,” he whispered.
He got up, finished packing, then wrote a message back to Garandol. After that, he went to his balcony and whistled for Arrow. The bird swooped down, landing on the rail of the balcony. Seth tied the parchment to Arrow's left leg with a piece of string.
“Go quickly, my feathered friend.”
Arrow screeched then took flight for Kushen. Seth watched until he was out of sight.

After dinner, Lana walked Seth back to his room to gather his things before he left.
“You didn't have to walk me back to my room. Besides, shouldn't I be walking you to your room?” he asked.
“To be proper, perhaps, but since you are leaving tonight, I wanted to see you off. Can't I wish my friend a safe trip?”
“You are too good to me. How am I supposed to not think of you as more than a friend when you treat me so well?”
She smirked as she said, “That's the challenge now isn't it?”
“Don't I have enough of a challenge going in, practically alone, to rescue my sister?”
“You won't be alone. You'll have, Arland, two Elf soldiers, Garandol, Broc and the twins with you.”
“That's not a whole lot going up against thousands of Arnath's soldiers,” he said as they arrived at his door. He opened the door and crossed the room to his pack. Then, throwing it over his shoulder, he turned and walked out of the room again. Lana joined him to the courtyard as well.
“Wait,” she said grabbing his hand before they walked out into the courtyard.
“What?” he asked grumpily, turning towards her.
She looked up at him, her big brown eyes drowning with tears.
“What is it?” he asked, softer this time.
“I just wanted one last moment with you alone before you left.”
She reached up and touched his cheek. Then, she kissed the same cheek.
“Come back to me,” she said, then sniffed through her runny nose.
Seth searched for words for a moment, fearing he would never find any. Then he took both her hands in his and brought them together, placing them on his chest.
“I will come back to you. I will always come back to you,” he said finally. Then he kissed her hands and they walked into the courtyard together.
Arland was already mounted on the horse given to him by Efreal, ready to go with Seth's horse in tow. Two soldiers walked their horses into the courtyard to join them. A male and a female Elf. Seth did all he could to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor when he saw the female Elf was Karis.
The male Elf walked up to Seth and extended his hand. “Good to see you again, Seth.”
“Sasha. I'm glad you're coming with us.”
“I'm glad to be on a real mission.”
Karis looked at him with a smile.
“So, Karis, you're joining us?” He asked.
“Of course. Do you really think his majesty would send just anyone with you?” she asked with a wink.
Seth looked at Lana. She didn't seem to notice the wink he received from Karis. He was suddenly feeling nauseous. He looked up to the sky then closed his eyes, praying silently, Sol, this is not funny.
“Seth, are you okay? You look a little pale,” Lana asked feeling his face.
She startled Seth since he hadn't seen her walk up to him, “I'm fine. Just a little nervous about the mission.”
Her smile took away any sickness he may have felt in that moment.
“You'll be fine,” she said.
In that moment everything seemed perfect. He was about to get his sister back, he had a strong team to help him in his mission, and he had a beautiful woman to see him off. Seth tried to ignore his feelings for her, but he was finding it a much too difficult task.
Seth turned and strapped his travel pack to his saddle, then turned back to Lana. She hugged him tightly, then took his hands in hers and squeezed. There was something in her right hand she slipped into his left before she walked away and stood with her father. He looked at what she gave him. It was a necklace with a small, round, silver medallion. Before anyone else could see what she'd given him, he put the medallion in a pouch he kept in his travel pack then climbed onto his horse.
Efreal stood with his arm around Lana's shoulders. Her eyes were red from crying. Seth's heart broke for her, but he knew he had to leave. Efreal nodded to him, he returned the nod.
“Hi-yah!” he urged his horse forward. Arland, Karis and Sasha followed close behind.
Due to the late hour of their departure, the streets were nearly empty as they sped for the Western Gate. Seth was glad for the absence of the citizens of Ashenland. He wanted to focus his mind on the task at hand, not to catering to the people.
He thought of his resources as they left the city. Lana had listed them off to him earlier. Sasha-Ingatu, Karis, Arland, Garandol, Broc and the twins. The twins. They were supposed to have a power that would help him. Right now he could use whatever power that was to get Serina back.
Serina. The one he loved more than anyone. His sister held captive for ten years. Soon to be free again. These were the thoughts he had to keep at the forefront of his mind for now. Nothing else was more important than bringing her back.