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The Twelve Token of Power B s : A A A Bottom of Form

Author: Vanessa Ravencroft

The Twelve Tokens of Power © 2008 V. Ravencroft Pacific Palisades Chapter 1 (Prologue) ---""--- Twelve beings where given the power of the Word. Six belonged to the side of good and six to the side of Evil. Parkthor ta Noor was one of them, a wizard, and he used his long life to study all forms of power, magic and sorcery. Over the millennia he had killed and destroyed the other five and taken their power. Now he combined the power of six in one person. He became so powerful that even Gods and Demons feared him. The six with the power of the word on the good side, knew they could perhaps contain him if they all stayed together, but each of them alone would not stand a chance and this was a great concern to them. And then 1000 years ago it did happen. Parkthor obsessed with increasing his might even more managed to find Matherus alone and slew him. With the vessel of the Word gone the force was unbound and Parkthor absorbed it and possessed seven parts of the supreme power. He then fought against two of the White Wizards and destroyed both of them with little difficulty Now there was nothing that could stop him and the Gods steeled themselves for a fight, believing that he would now seek dominion over the Realm of the Gods itself after he had hunted down the last 4 Wizards. Only Mothair, Naselb, Thoraa and Raccuu where left. Naselb had not been seen in centuries and no one knew if he was still alive. Thoraa had left to another continent and severed all contacts to the other wizards. Raccuu had been a loner and hardly ever used his powers from the beginning and Parkthor did not know how to find him but he knew Mothair was a friend of the Elves and the Forest Folk... So he decided to attack the Elves, eradicate them all, burn down the Great Forrest, kill all Sprites, Elves, Unicorns and whatever else he could find, thinking that would draw Mothair and maybe even Raccuu out for the last fight. He landed on a beautiful meadow, not too far from the hidden Capital of the Forest Elfin and had not decided how he would destroy them. If he pulled a comet from the sky, or made a Volcano erupt. Maybe a plague of fire locusts or an army of demons? Perhaps a combination of it all? It was then just before he gathered his will and put his will into a word to make it so, he heard a voice singing. The Song was beautiful and melancholic. Parkthor hid behind a tree and soon a woman unaware of the unfathomable evil so close by walked along the side of a clear creek. She was tall and had long blonde hair that shone in the sun like pure gold. She wore only a short green dress of fine silk that fluttered like a thought around her perfect female body. Parkthor with all his might and a live that spanned several millennia suddenly remembered that he once and still was a man. He stepped in her way to kill her. He had killed countless times before. He had killed just about anything that lived at one time or another. When he was young he had killed with pleasure. He loved to see the agony and pain he could cause. Finding new and painful ways to maim and kill was a declared pastime of his. Cruelty to him was an art form where he became the unsurpassed master; he wanted to shower her with molten lead and had already formed the thought, when she looked at him first surprised and then afraid as she recognized who he was. Something happened to him then and his arms sank and the gathered will dissipated without being spoken. Parkthor the Wizard, most powerful of all immortals was conquered that very instant. "I mean you no harm!" He said. She looked at the tall dark robed man, with the pointed hood; she saw only his grey eyes behind the black fabric and recognized the winged and fanged skull symbol he wore on his chest. "You are here to kill us all. You are Parkthor the Wizard." Tears pearled down her perfect cheeks, and her small chin quivered in fear and helpless rage. Her eyes so big and dark green, her face so beautiful. For all his power he felt helpless. He didn't want her to cry! For the first time in 3000 years he felt shame that he was the cause for her tears! So without thinking he took her in his arms, not forcefully but as gentle as he could and said." I am Parkthor the Wizard, but please do not cry or fear me. No harm will come to you. Nothing on this world will ever harm you, I promise!" At first she fought the embrace, but his deep cold voice changed. There was a new quality to it and for some reason, she believed him. Her hands took the seams of his mask and she pulled off his hood and he did not stop her. She stared in his handsome face and he, who could level mountains with a mere word felt helpless and vulnerable without his hood exposed to her eyes, but he could not turn away. He could not stop looking in those beautiful eyes; stare at that small slight upward pointed nose and those full shimmering red lips. Somewhere at the beginning he wondered if she had used a spell of magic against him, but he knew all the forms of magic. This was a force more powerful than any magic, more powerful than Sorcery and the Word at work. He had fallen in love with that woman from the moment he had seen her and the love he felt for that female grew in him with every moment. His black heart of stone, suddenly began to beat faster He felt her tender Body through the leather of his gloves, her soft form against his and they both stood there looking at each other without saying a word for a small eternity. She shivered and he gently brushed a strain of hair out of her face. "You are really Parkthor?" He closed his eyes and barley nodded. "Please do not be afraid. I will never harm you!" She sighed and sniffed."I believe you." She shivered again and there was suddenly concern in his eyes. He who was never concerned about anything." When mortals shiver they are cold are they not? A fire or coat perhaps, I forgot so long ago what it means to be mortal. Name it and it shall be yours!" "We mortals shiver also when we are afraid. Mothair warned us that you might show up one day and destroy us all. He told us much about you and all the things you did. That there was nothing that could stop you anymore and that the world would be pulled into eternal night by you and you would even torment beings beyond death by following them to the plane of the dead where all demons follow your command. The lowest plane of hell would be better than your wraith." She shivered again. "Mothair showed us images of you and of things you did. So when I saw you I knew it was the end. I was afraid of my life and of my people, my home and everything." "I know I am all that. I am sure Mothair was right, but…" He paused and his voice became almost a whisper." Everything changed the moment I saw you. I cannot explain it, and I myself would have never thought it possible to ever experience it or say it, but I love you. I loved you from the moment I laid eyes upon you. I could not harm a hair on your head." "I should hate you and despise you and abhor you for all the things you did. I should be afraid and try to escape, but I don't. I feel save in your arms and while my mind tells me it is wrong, my heart tells me to stay." She said." I must return to my people or they will be concerned and search for me. Will I see you again?" He opened his arms to let her go and said." I could be here tomorrow, if you like." "I will be here!" ---""--- So it was that the most powerful and evil Wizard met the beautiful queen of the Forest Elves every day. They would walk hand in hand on hidden trails and talk. After they were meeting each other for a week, they were sitting on the banks of a little forest lake on a blanket. She was leaning against his shoulder and said after a while."Are you really that powerful?" "What do you mean?" "Nobody knows that I know you of course, but Mothair was here today and he is terrified. He told us that a friend of his a Wizard named Raccuu took his own life so you wouldn't find him and that he is now all alone to stand against you and that you are more powerful than the gods themselves." "I don't know if I am more powerful than the gods together but it be a terrible battle. A fight would lay waste to much of the world. A while ago I found this a worthwhile goal. I was obsessed by gaining power, but only because I had no real goal or knew about the real meaning of life. A while ago I would have felt satisfaction, knowing Raccuu was dead. I would have torn apart half the world to find his body to absorb the power, but now I feel sorry for Raccuu and the quest for more power or the thought of challenging the gods has become insubstantial to me. I am content just smelling your hair. I feel more joy in seeing you smile than in all my life before." She turned her head to look at him and she smiled. He then he simply pointed a finger and a huge rock suddenly broke through the surface of the Earth across the little pond. The Rock was the size of a house and floated as if it was a feather. It began to glow and start to melt and turn into transparent glass like material and shaped itself into an intricate beautiful Unicorn. It all took only moments and then there was a live size unicorn standing across the little lake and the material sparkled like only diamond did. She had held her breath and with this demonstration realized how incredible powerful he really was. The exercise did not drain him, nor did he concentrate." Instead of slaying them I made you one." He said. "You really could have destroyed us all." "Very easily. Destroying and killing doesn't require much skill." She snugs closer to him." I am glad you changed your mind." "I am glad I did myself." She sighed."It is beautiful! The Unicorn you made. It is so lifelike!" He smiled and said."Watch!" The Unicorn moved, gracefully and beautiful sparkling in the sun light. ---"""--- He knew it was forbidden by the RULE, but he was a God and the Godfather no less. Ever since the fall of his Son Konthaar. It was forbidden for the Gods to come to the World plane, but he did visit the world once in a while and he chooses clever disguises. This time he had chosen the Form of King Rodhaar the Strong. King Rodhaar was among the strongest men in his own kingdom and known to be extremely handsome. A fitting disguise thought Ahrex; He had chosen a particular nice summer day and strolled without a real goal along the River Rathh. The River was also the natural border between Tharmisan, a human kingdom and the Great Forest of the Elvin. He saw her across the river. She was an Elvin woman of a beauty not even Aritythe the Goddess of Beauty could match. That woman over there should have been a Goddess herself. Her grace and the lightness she moved with, the lissome legs and the golden blond hair made her look more angel like than real angels looked. Ahrex wanted her. He transferred himself across the river, made her fall in a trance and made love to her. She would not remember and he had primitive but extremely pleasurable sex. That it was against the RULE and morally despicable he knew too well, but no one would ever know about it. He returned, very pleased with himself to the plane of the Gods and decided to visit that woman again very soon. To his surprise however, Ancient Dewahnt was there waiting for him. Dewahnt was only human, but he was the first Human and chosen by the nameless to be the Guardian of the Flame. The Nameless one had left a small flame behind on the world. That flame was part of the light the Nameless used to create the World. It was a single light green flame and it floated a few inches above a seemingly ordinary wooden staff. Dewahnt carried the staff and the flame for over 5000 years and he hadn't aged a day and the wooden staff was as new as the day it was made. Dewahnt"s purpose was not clear, not even to Ahrex, but he spoke for the Nameless. Dewahnt greeted him." Are you proud of what you did you most despicable of all?" "I am a God. I do not need to be lectured by a Mortal, no matter how old he is. Leave or I will show you what it means to make me angry!" "I am what I am and neither impressed nor afraid. I carry the flame and it I obey alone. You on the other hand you are a God yes, but I doubt the other Gods or your eternal wife will come to your aide when they hear what you did!" Ahrex threw a bolt of lightning, the strongest he could summon and it fizzled to nothingness before it ever reached the Old Man. The green flame grew and it became a column of fire. Ahrex suddenly felt fear for the first time in his life! The fire spoke." You are no Gods. You are children with too much power. I should punish you for breaking the RULE. Do you know who it was you violated like a mindless animal?" Ahrex slowly went to his knees, an irresistible force pressed upon his shoulders. "She was just a mortal; she will be dust in short time and all memories of her forgotten. She does not remember what I did!" "She is the queen of all elfin and forest folk, but more she is the one that saved the world! For she is the beloved of Parkthor. Unlike you, did he spend his entire life to the pursuit of knowledge and power? He elevated himself to true god like levels. She loves him and he loves her and through that love he has forsaken his dark ways. What would happen to you if he hears that you raped her?" For all his arrogance Ahrex shivered and this time no outside power made him bow, his head to the ground. "Parkthor must not know. For he would tear the world asunder." Even Ahrex could not imagine the full punishment he would receive but he knew his fate would be the most dreaded in the entire universe. "You have done more than that. You have planted your seed in that Elfin for she was in the right time and a child will be born. A child of your loin!" "A child?" "When the time comes I shall return and you must welcome your Son here on the plane of Gods and educate him." "I shall elevate him to rule supreme among gods and give him power and all knowledge. That I swear to you Ancient Dewahnt." "I will hold you to it when the time has come!" -""" Faria the Elfin Queen did not remember her encounter with the god. She was high spirited and looked forward to see her beloved and he waited on the shores of the hidden pool. He no longer wore his hooded mask and he smiled as he saw her. His smile reached his eyes and his entire evil dark aura was no longer all that dark but lightened every day. He embraced her and they kissed and became one. After their long embrace, he the mightiest of all Wizards fell to his knees before her and held her hand. "Faria will you become my wife?" She knew it was not proper for her to marry a man and especially not him, but she loved him as much as he loved her and she would have said yes if the world was against it." Yes Parkthor I will be your wife." He slipped a ring on her finger, a simple golden band." I will be your husband and I take this solemn oath that I will no longer pursue the path of darkness. That I will honor and love you to the end of all things." ---""--- The Elves have noticed that their own queen disappeared every afternoon and it was of great concern to the council of elders. Mothair was there as he feared the attack of the Enemy at any day. They sat in the assembly of the Old Tree. Each of the Forest folk elder was here, and they discussed the situation. "The Dark Elves and all the shadow dwellers who sworn allegiance to the Fallen God see Parkthor as the reincarnation of the Fallen One and they amassing forces in the East to attack. I have even seen the Red Dragon among them." Lifeteras, king of the Rock Elden smashed is mailed fist into his palm."We are ready for them as we have been before. The Alliance between us, the Dwarfs and the Humans still stand. Emperor Thremhaar the XXI and his Iron Legions are ready and he assured us, the Empire would remember the old Oath and fight to the last man. King Rohar and King Asthurman also assured me the Alliance stands. " Mothair nodded." This is all reassuring and the alliance was victorious against the Fallen God because it was led by Emperor Singhar with his Sword of power. The Throne of Ironkeep is empty for a thousand years. Ironkeep is an empty fortress upon a mountain and no one came forth able to touch the Sword. This time we do not stand against a God, and have the Good Gods on our side. This time we stand against a Wizard who holds eight parts of the Power in him united. The Gods are afraid of his power. He is no reincarnation of the fallen God. He is much worse ! He does not need armies and allies to win. He alone could raise and level mountains with a single word!" Mothair sat down and shivered." I am a Wizard I know what can be done with the word! He is eight times more powerful than I am and has no weakness!" Just then an old woman entered the assembly. She walked with a tall stick and her gray white hair surrounded her wrinkled face. It was rare that she appeared and the assembled saw it as an omen. No one knew who she was for sure. Some believed she was a Goddess, others thought she too was a Wizard but with power of another unknown source. Some knew her to be the human form of the first Dragon, but she was as old as time and had appeared in rare occasions for over 5000 years. Many thought she was the female form of the Guardian of the Flame. Her name was Otha. Everyone, even Mothair stood to greet her. He could sense her aura of power and wisdom but knew she did not have the Gift of the Word. He knew of her as an old woman when he was a child so many eons ago. Amiaa the Queen of the sprites and faeries bowed and said." Normally you appear to us only if a Child of royal descent is to be delivered. During times of great joy. But this time you come to bear ill omen is it not so" The old woman smiled." I am here as always to offer my services as servant to the queen of all Elves when she is with child and to aid as midwife." To Mothair she said." You are a good man. Blessed with much power but you are, after all these years of your long life still a man. You let your fear and sorrow cloud your mind. You assume to know but you do not check the signs!" "I have checked the signs, Old Otha. The Signs and prophecies all point to the beginning of great darkness in these times. Who knows where you have been the last decade, but Parkthor has risen to unimaginable power and is out to destroy the world! " "Forget your fears, child of man. Close your eyes and feel the balance!" Mothair did and his eyes opened with disbelieve. "The balance has been restored! Parkthor has been destroyed?" Otha kept on smiling. "Destroyed no, but defeated one might say. By a power stronger than all you wizards combined." "The flame has interfered! The Nameless one has broken the exile and has returned!" "Not so. The nameless one has no hand in this. The RULE has not been broken by the Flame." A messenger interrupted the meeting. A young strong Elf stormed into the assembly, bowed hastily and burst out." Parkthor is here! He has our Queen as a hostage by the sacred pool." No one listened and Othas words drowned in the panic. Orders were given. Led by Mothair they stormed out leaving behind the mysterious old women and Amiaa. "Foolish are they. Power and fate of nations they decide but listen they cannot." The old Woman said. Amiaa said."I stayed behind because I did listen. I know what power you spoke off. I too can sense and read the signs. I know great evil has come into our forest, month ago but it has weakened and is almost gone. Only one power can triumph over such darkness." Otha nodded:" Indeed! All prophecies and all the Gods did not account for that!" ---""--- A dozen arrows let loose by the unerring aim of Elvin bowmen. To slay that dark dressed man sitting with their queen next to the shore of the little lake before he could use the word. But Parkthor could not be slain by simple weapons. The arrows splintered and bounced off, but one arrow scratched the face of Faria and blood ran from a cut on her forehead. Seeing his love being injured old rage boiled up and he rose and as he raised his fist the sky suddenly darkened with heavy clouds, a wind of storm strength blew in all directions and the wind was as hot as fire! Hundreds of trees withered away to dust in the blink of an eye. The army of the Forest dwellers suddenly exposed. Mothair feeling the unleashed power of something so beyond him, he could not find the strength to gather his will and do something. "You dared to harm the one I love. All meaning has been taken from me." Parkthor thundered in a voice that could be heard a hundred miles away. You will suffer like nothing has ever suffered I shall torment your very souls for the rest of eternity and suns will weep hearing your fate!" Faria touched his risen arm." Beloved it is only a scratch. I am not dead or seriously hurt. Have mercy upon my people for I am their queen!" As fast as the hot wind had appeared it stopped and he turned his face to her. His rage subsided as he looked into her pleading eyes. The wound on her forehead crusting with blood." I thought I lost you. I thought all meaning was taken." Mothair yelled."Let her go, Darkest of the Evil. We will not rest until you are slain!" At that moment a gigantic white dragon appeared and landed on the burned ground." Hold your poison Mothair, thank whatever you worship that you are still alive and open your eyes, all of you open your eyes. Can you not see that your Queen, my daughter is not in danger? Can you not see that loves succeeded where all the powers of violence and conflict have failed?" Faria wiped the blood away in a defiant gesture and said with a loud voice."Anyone raising arms against my Husband to be shall perish from my own hand. I am the Queen of these lands and my word is law. Do not tempt my resolve!" There was silence, then Queen Amiaa no one noticed before flew with shimmering wings from the back of the dragon before Queen Faria and Parkthor and bowed." Let me the first to hail our new king and congratulate you our queen. "Amiaa turned to the assembled crowd. " None of you could have stopped Parkthor. Look at the devastation he caused with a mere thought, but our Queen did! She saved our world! Prevented a very one sided war and conquered evil itself. " Parkthor touched her forehead with his thumb and his hand shook, sweat appeared on his face as he did and the wound closed and healed in mere seconds. She looked at him." You pull mountains to rubble, what is that makes you tremble?" "The realization how close I came to lose you! Tearing down a mountain is easy; healing the most perfect being in all creation requires all my attention!" To the assembled he said with a normal human voice. "I did not know she was your queen till now. But that Fairy here is quite correct. She did save your world. I came here to destroy all of you, but no longer is this my desire. For let it be known she is my queen as well and there is nothing I would not do for her." "It is a trick! A rouse! He used magic to confuse her. To draw us all out! Don't you realize who he is? 5000 years he was the most evil and cruel of all Wizards and he supposed to be changed?" Mothair cried. "Do you think you would still be able to agitate against me if I did not want that? I am beyond tricks and rouses. I do not need to draw you out to destroy you. Do you think the Parkthor you know would even talk to you?" Mothair gathered his will like he never did before and put it all into one word:"Be slain!" He could have pierced a hole to the center of the world but his will simply bounced of the evil wizard like a drop of rain bounced of a rock. He steeled himself for the response but nothing came. Instead the trees that have burst into dust returned, the withered grass turned green again and the torched ground disappeared. Mothair jumped aside as a tree shot up right next to him. He covered his head and whimpered:"Go ahead slay me. Take my power. End this agony." Parkthor shook his head."Keep it and do as you wish. I no longer seek or desire anything. I found the crown of my life. I suggest you too come out of your wizard tower dwell among the living and open your eyes to the true meaning of life. No amount of power could give me what a single gaze of my beloved gives me." The dragon shimmered into the form of the old woman and she too came close and said:" So we meet again dreaded Parkthor. Who would have thought that all it took was a pretty girl to conquer you." Parkthor smiled." Who would have, indeed! I never thought it possible to feel this way. That giving in can be so rewarding." ---""--- So it came that Parkthor the Wizard married Faria the Queen and that the dark clouds of war and destruction had parted. Even the most skeptical Forest dweller became silent after a while seeing the utmost devotion Parkthor treated his wife. One day as they saw him pet a unicorn they knew without a doubt he had left his dark path. For no evil creature could come even near a Unicorn or even touch it. He had promised the council not to use his powers and he did not, no matter how often they tested him and with time they gave up. The news that the queen was with child was wonderful news and seen as the ultimate proof of their love. Elfin women carried over four years. For they were blessed with longer lives but it took them that much longer to procreate. Most of the common world dwellers did not really know about Parkthor and those who did thought of him as a mythical story figure. But the ones who studied the forces and the ones in power heard about the news that Parkthor was no longer out to destroy the world and no longer on the path of darkness rejoiced. The Gods and especially Ahrex was relieved. To the east beyond the Gray Mountains however in the lands that once belonged to the Fallen God this news weren't exactly welcomed. Dark Elves, the nations of the choice, Shadow Dwellers, the Ogahr and Malihm hoped that Parkthor was a reincarnation of the Fallen God and that he would restore his rightful place. Ogahr priests burned twice as many human sacrifices as they heard Parkthor was ready to destroy the cursed elfin breed and cause the world to clash in war. Great was their disappointment as they too heard of his miraculous change and that he of all beings turned good and to top it all married the queen of the Forest Dwellers. Chief among them was Kilmar the Red Dragon. So he flew to the City of Temples high in the gray Mountains. Before the fall it was a lively city. Every God had a temple there and the Gods themselves would walk among the mortals now and then. But the city was almost forgotten, the temples crumbled into ruins. The Fall of Karnack and the resulting war drew a sharp line between those who opposed Karnack and those who had been on his side. The other side won the first war, now over 5000 years ago. They won the second war as Karnack's son came to power and was defeated and now it seemed they were cheated out of the third and final war that would restore dominion of Karnack to his people and to the world. Above the crumbling and mostly forgotten city of the temples was the hall of the Flame. The very place where the Nameless one spoke the word to make the world. Where he left behind a spark of that light in the keep of Dewahnt, the Ancient. The keeper of the flame resided with a small band of silent monks in the immense building stuck to the sheer walls of the mountain. The Hall of the Flame was also repository of books and scriptures and the four prophecies. To read the prophecy of Darkness was Kilmars intent and consult the Oracle. For everyone who came to the Flame was allowed to ask, even the agents of darkness. Kilmar knew he could not fly up to the Hall but had to take the small narrow path like everyone else. He had tried it a few centuries before and fell out of the sky, almost breaking his neck. Even a Dragon of his power and might could break something or die if he fell from great height. The Path was narrow and it was easier for him to climb it in his human form and so he shimmered into Kilmar the Red. A tall black haired man in red armor and mantle. The climb was long and steep but he had only human form little of the other limitations and he ran the entire way uphill and reached the small rocky plateau before the immense temple. Columns of 200 meter height carried a stone roof that connected to the face of the mountain. Even he could not shake the awe inspiring feeling as he entered the Hall of the Flame. He felt the presence of the Unnamed and there above triangular shaped water basin hovered the green flame. Attached to nothing consuming nothing and burning nevertheless, not even the power of the strongest Hurricane could make this flame flicker. He had tried, he knew. Two men with shaved heads and green robes polished the green marble floor on their knees and paid little attention to him. Kilmar was an impulsive, impatient person so he kicked over the pail of water; one of them was using and said with a dangerous undertone." Go fetch the Old one at once. It is quite dangerous to ignore me." "And you are not aware of the consequences you face by threatening me." Said the robed man and kept on wiping the floor. Kilmar decided to teach that little man a lesson and burn him on the spot, but the Old Keeper of the Flame appeared. He was simply all of a sudden there. "You can try to burn this man and face an enemy you could not begin to comprehend or you take the mob and clean the mess you made." "You can not threaten me with the Flame, Old Man! You are bound by the RULE and you must remain neutral and so must the Flame." "I am not threatening you Kilmar. I am giving you choices. It is you who decides. My neutrality ends when you oppose me since I can only be neutral if you accept the fact it is so. If you attack me you make me by your choice an enemy. So go ahead make your choice." Kilmar was not entirely sure of himself anymore."It matters not. You are here and I came to see you and to ask the Flame. " "Before you can do all this, you must clean the mess you made. Before you decide to go the easier way, be advised Dragons are not the only creatures that can change appearance and what seem human might not always be." Kilmar took the mop; the old man suddenly conjured out of thin air, had and realized he had no idea how to use it. He had never used a mop "This is ridiculous." He cursed and before his eyes the Monk changed and shimmered into a Water Elemental. The spilled water gathered itself back into the bucket. Kilmar was suddenly very thankful he didn't try to kill that being. Going against an Elemental Spirit was something he gladly avoided. Dewahnt wore a simple white robe without any adornments and a robe as a belt. His hair was long and white and so was his beard. On his feet sandals and as always a wooden staff in his right. "Now that the Hall is tidy once more what is it you want from me?" "I want you to reveal the prophecy to me. The Prophecy of Noor." "You have a copy of it as do many who dwell like you in the lands to the East." "I do and I studied it for ages. It promises us a fight, and the arrival of unimaginable evil. Yet Parkthor has changed so I hear!" "As you pointed out I must remain neutral and cannot give you any other information you already have. Even if I wanted to, there are no other prophecies and there isn't more in the original scrolls. You are welcome to study them as long as you please." The Old Keeper paused as if he was listening to something Kilmar could not hear." It is not forbidden for me to give you advice. Since the other side can do the same if they wanted to. You mentioned yourself the answer you seek! Does the Prophecy of Noor not say that that Evil you await is to arrive? Does that not mean it has not been here before? Yet Parkthor has been on this world longer than most of us. He certainly could not arrive, since he is already here!" Kilmar smacked his head in a very human gesture. "Of course! "Kilmar recited a passage from the Prophecy. "The chains that bind Karnack in Exile on the plane of eternal thirst are to be torn by he who comes from beyond the veils. Karnack once again freed shall fight for his rightful place to rule above the Gods that have bound him. "When he who comes from behind the veils return into his rightful place he shall end the RULE, for what have been torn in twelve shall return to one and revenge shall turn the world asunder." Kilmar walked past the Old Guardian and turned to the Flame." Eternal Flame, Oracle to all. When will he arrive?" "When the Search begins." "How will we know when the Search begins?" "Those who will search will know. You will know!" Kilmar felt elated." I am to be one of the Searchers as prophesied?" "There will be two sides that search. The side of Good wanting to prevent that which is torn in twelve is one again. The Side of Evil seeking to gain the power themselves. If all twelve pieces return to the rightful owner all prophecies end for nothing can be see beyond that point." "This is a new prophecy! There shall be three parties searching not two! As there is that rightful owner." "No he is not searching. " "What is it we are searching?" "That you will know when you are indeed a Searcher and the search has begun." Return to Top