The long, wooden dining table in the main hall of The Golden Manor was decorated with an assortment of delicacies. As Aelanor and Nimuel sat down on either side of the table, with Lady Saelther in the front, they felt like they could inhale everything in front of them.
A thick soup made of the elm greens, onions and heavy cream, sprinkled with dried herbs. Roasted emus and platters of baked and fried potatoes piled on with cheese. Southern beef stew made with Mapleshire wine, and beans.
The mortal food was good enough, but Aelanor had missed the elven spread a lot, almost as much as she has missed her home. Gorging herself on the fare in front of herself, she lost herself in the flavors for a moment, before engaging in the dinner conversation that was going on around her.
"...the islands in the South China Sea, Mother! All the fruits there were so delicious."
"You preferred the oceans to the mountains, my dear? You father would laugh; he has spent more than three quarters of his time in the hills."
"He doesn't feel the cold, Mother," Nimuel pouted. "I prefer a place that is sunny and warm. Aelanor does as well."
"Really?"
"Oh, yes. I like the mountains quite a lot, but they feel too green, you know? The open skies on the seashores, the transition of colors from yellow to red and purple- I feel like I could just sit down and keep looking at the horizons all day and night," Aelanor said.
"Interesting. I have never been to the mortal lands myself, but Lord Dalyor brings me stories from his journeyings."
"Do you still prefer poetry, Aunt?"
"Well, I still have a much too love for the sung words, yes. But now I can certainly appreciate your views of prose. Poetry conveys something different to every single being. And I learnt it the hard way when I try to write one on a person's melancholia, and someone thought it was about the royal stables and how the horses are being treated."
Aelanor chuckled. "Yes, that is one trouble I could never oversee. I also find it extremely difficult to find phrases that rhymes."
"Poetry is not about their rhyming scheme, my child. It's more about what you are not able to express in words, either because you are afraid, or because words don't seem enough."
"But poetry is composed of words, how can that be enough?"
"Nothing can ever be enough, my dear. But poems do try. Also, poetry is not just words," she smiled.
After dinner, the three elves went back to the Archives. It was well past midnight by then, and there was a ghostly silence. Lady Saelther took a seat on one of her reading chairs.
"Nimuel, search the shelves for The Magic of the Mortals. It should be on your left. Aelanor, your mother sent me a message saying that the Shaman had returned, and he prophesized some dire event. I need you to write down everything he said, everything you remember."
Wasting no more time, the two females set out to work. Nimuel picked up books after books from the shelves, with wooden and leather covers, while Aelanor pulled a stack of sheets towards her and wrote down all she remembered. The former came to the desk after a while, holding an enormous, moss green colored book in her hands. She needed both of them to hold it.
"How weak have you grown, my child," Lady Saelther sighed.
"And yet, I am immune to this disease that is advancing on the undying creatures. I believe you would like to alter your observation," Nimuel winked.
Lady Saelther smiled, "That is one thing I am really grateful."
Aelanor was perusing the book cover to cover. She looked up and said, "Do you think this book holds answers to the riddle, Aunt? Do we have enough time to solve it, if at all?"
"I do not think we have enough time to solve all of it, child. And even if we do, we can't. This is not a question that can be solved in a library." She picked up the scribbled notepad with the lines of the poem.
"This can only be solved during the course of the journey, solved only by the chosen warriors."
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"Shamans, or mortal human beings who can communicate with the voices of other worlds, are rare, and powerful beings who can venture into the immortal lands, in and out of the cosmic lands, without losing their sanity, and only a fragment of their lives in the journey. Six shamans are born in every century. They are granted a lifetime longer than that of the mere mortals, which erodes away as they venture into the lands which are unsuited to their physique. They are the messengers of the future in all of the lands, and that is why it is but their onus to keep journeying into the worlds. The Shamans can only enter one world at one time, unlike the immortal beings, who can travel through the portals without any consequence. These mortal beings, however, are not permitted, and may lose more than their lives if they attempt thus." Nimuel ran her fingers on the index, and turned the pages of the book. Aelanor leaned in, but Lady Saelther didn't move at all. Her eye
Lady Saelther didn't speak for the few moments that she held Aelanor to her bosom; tears wouldn't stop as easily as she held on to her daughter for the longest time. She reluctantly let go. "Be safe, my children," she whispered. "I will be praying to the Elements to watch over you. Please, take care of yourselves." "We will, Aunt. You take care of yourself, and give our regards to Lord Daylor when he comes back." Nimuel couldn't speak, but she smiled through her tears at her Mother, who kissed her forehead before letting go. "Farewell, children." "Farewell, Lady Saelther." As they stepped out of the manor, they saw Khoral and Nexus waiting for them by the gates. Nimuel stood beside Nexus as she stroked his golden mane in contemplation. "We should get a move on, cousin. We are not helping anyone by delaying the inevitable," Aelanor urged. Nimuel jumped on her horse without a single word, and pulled the reigns, and Aelano
A clearing opened up in front of them, but nothing was visible. Nothing, except the deepest shades of juniper glittering in front of them. The She-elves cautiously moved forward followed by their horses, and since the Whisper didn't say otherwise, they continued, until they reached the end of the green mist. And involuntary gasp escaped Nimuel's mouth, as Nexus bumped into her and she staggered a little at the edge. There in front of them was an abyss, which glittered with black water. The golden mare put its mouth near the water to have a sniff, perhaps due to thirst, but Nimuel pulled it back. "Don't, Nexus. It might be poisonous," she whispered urgently. "Very wise, Nimuel Saelther, wise indeed. Be known, though, that the water here is perfectly safe for consumption. It is not, however, plausible, to move forward this point without solving the next puzzle in your paths," the voice whispered. As
Elements knew what he understood, but when Khoral came and stood near Aelanor and began nudging her face with his, she could not have been happier. Nimuel was safe, so were the ponies. "I'm so glad we got through that. For a moment there, I didn't know what to do," she sighed. Nimuel chuckled. "I knew you could do it." The path ahead of them was clear. No visible shadows with riddles lurking in between them. At least not any they could see. Several pairs of eyes followed them as they walked through the forest, their paths unknown. The luminescent eyes would have glowed in the dark, if they were open. The shadow sentinels observed through their lids, trying to detect hints of deceit; the caravan moved on without any hinderance. The forest came to an end, and they stopped. Nimuel took a swift breathe that dissipated into the mist. In front of them was a city, surrounded by the same dark trunked trees as in the entrance,
"It would not be the worst idea in the world to sleep with a few blankets," Nimuel grinned at Aelanor, "I know how cold your feet gets." "I am not afraid, and I am not admitting anything of the sort to this to this little hooligan," Aelanor huffed. "He is adorable," Nimuel smiled, "and he's got you." "He has not!" Khoral gave a shivering neigh, and Aelanor looked at him, worried. "It's not for me, but I suppose I could say it for all of you." "You are unbelievable," Nimuel snorted. "What? You think I would give a child half my size the satisfaction to see that he has gotten the best out of me? Think again," Aelanor rolled her eyes. "You do realise that I can hear your whispers, do you not, Princess Aelanor?" Haz'th laughed softly. "Oh, how he infuriates me!" There was a silence, as Aelanor seethed, and Haz'th sniggered; Nimuel just smiled at the two of them. The horses neighed again, a tiring sigh, and Aelanor g
Propping herself on her elbow, Aelanor looked out to her sleeping companions. The horses were snoring peacefully in a makeshift stable, and Nimuel was curled up in a thick blanket; but Haz'th didn't seem to need one. He was sleeping on a pile of straws he had fashioned into a bed, and overrode all their objections saying that he is not able to feel the touch of dry grass, thereby, it didn't matter to him where he sleeps. Smiling slightly, Aelanor fell asleep in a comfortable sleep.The crowing of the rooster woke Aelanor up. She could hear the cutlery clicking against the pots and pans, and the smell of fried egg wafting towards her and knew that Haz'th was already awake. She wondered how the rooster knew it was morning since there was no sun in the sky.She wondered a while about the kid. He was the first and still the only humanoid they had met in this strange land, and the land itself was strange. According to Haz'th, people were scared of the ruler, but why would t
A cold sweep of air passed through as the she-creature sat on the throne, looking down at the group, her face devoid of expressions. Wondering if any of it is a threat, Aelanor and Nimuel looked at each other. "We understand that, Princess," Haz'th addressed her. "Yes, we do," Aelanor looked at her, "and we can ship gold, or jewels, from our lands." "I have no use for gold, Princess Aelanor," Princess Saayan replied, her voice devoid of emotions. She looked at the trio in a appraising manner before continuing, "But I do need a personal favour." "But, we will come back to that later. First, tell me, Princess, what is it that you need, and have travelled all the way to this notorious land for?" Aelanor looked at Nimuel, who gave her a nod. "Princess, you must be well aware of the curse that is going on around the Immortal Lands, hurting and destroying the immortal beings." Princess Saayan nodded. "My own mothe
"I cannot take these, no!" Aelanor said, "And where did you even get these dresses from? I thought shadow creatures don't need clothes?""I am a vessel for the worlds- the reason why I can change into a solid being, like yourselves, or shadow at will- which, I was sure you would have guessed if you were as clever as you look, Princess."Aelanor had had enough. Curling the black dress into her fists and quite forgetting that she was a Princess, she threw the lot at Haz'th, who ducked."Aren't Elves supposed to be fast?" he laughed.Nimuel entered the cottage to find Haz'th dodging objects in the room with apparent ease, as Aelanor ran behind him like a bull shown red. As Haz'th reached Nimuel, she put a protective hand on him and pulled him behind her, as Aelanor tried to grab the kid out of her hold."Stand aside, Nimuel. This midget...""No, sister. Step back. He's a child," she pushed her gently, still laughing."This child is