So we now here Maelthe's most inner thoughts and learn about the glimmer of hope the Immortal has stupidly allowed our young hero to spot. The young Bear Sharman, possessing unnatural and untamed spiritual powers finds her self slipping into the Realm of Death where Master Zethrion's frail frame can be seen. Was it a mistake by the Immortal to allow the Fearghal mountain rose to see the realm? Perhaps, for now a glimmer of hope can be seen in the dark prison, a plan is forming... Zethrion's spirit might yet be released and the Immortal banished to the edge of existence once more...
Snorring sounds of Meos had woken her up.
Seriously hope it is worthy of a nice dream there brother... She gave him a glance and a grin before laying herself back down on the floor. She stared at the sealing.
It all had gone so fast yesterday... she had been training a bit and weary of that she had desided to join the others in Conarch Village for a nice mug of ale. Arriving there she had not found any of them.
She remembered the place by the river where she sat with Nashara a day ago and desided to go have a look. Maybe she was resting there a bit.
Riding Kira to the spot she saw a man aproach in grey robes and a mask.. as he came closer a chill ran down her spine and her instincts made her shout for Nashara.
"She just left.." the man spoke.
She had dismounted and silently called Krid by her side.
"Who are you? And where is she?"
"If you want i can grant you a wish... if you return to me the ammulet your friend carries" He ignored her questions.
"I have all i wish with my family... and the ammulet she carries is not mine to give and nor would she part with it even if i asked her to." She had sounded so sure of her words. She would not let him get to her with pretty talk.
"I can give you immortality..." he offered. She could almost see the sly smirk under his mask.
"Immortality! Ha! I do not crave immortality... i do not wish to grow old and suffer the pain and loss of seeing all the ones i love pass away from me.." It had been a good answer... curious to what more he would have to offer.. it had to be better... what was better then immoratily ...she had grinned at him.
"I sence a friend of you in need... dieing... i can save that friend... right now there are four people watching over your friend about to kill. I can call them back... Tell you what i will even give you the name... Nashara."
What would she do now..no no she did not want to show her fear for Nash's life... she was stronger then that. She had stared at him and glared. "As i said... the ammulet is not mine to give... and as for her life...she will not die.. i wont let her.."
The robed man had walked straight through her...
How did he do that?!
But there was no time to waste on him and pittyfull hollow tained promisses. She had to find Nashara...
The tradedistrict... her favorite hide out lately..
She had payed the wagoneer heavily to ride as fast as he could...
Not finding her right away had made her heart race... she had shouted so loud that her throat was rasping..
Meos and Myrtis... outside that building ... good thing she had spotted them.
And he.. that grey robed man was already there..
He wouldnt let her get into the building, blocking her way..
She had shouted for Nashara who shouted back angered that she had come there... no matter... let her be angry her shouting ment she was alive... the relief she felt..
When she apeared in the doorway accompanied by men of... Dessel! House of Asguard... she had not been sure if they had come to avenge their Lord.. It would have made sence but... they seemed... calm..
"We have come to strike you down in the name of Clan Fearghal!" It was the grey robed man shouting..
W-what did he think to win by that... did House of Asguard know him? They had not acted to those words only comming out of the house...
But the man in the grey robe... angered by their reluctance to his threat had rushed to Nashara and locked her throat in a suffocating hold..
She could still feel how her blood presure rised at the idea of him holding her like that... it was her sister and he would NOT be allowed to hurt her.
He wanted the ammulet and he wanted to take it from her even if that meant to kill her... but then she heard Nash say as best as she could that she did not have it!
Did she give it away!? She didnt understand...but she had understood one thing... this robed figure would have killed her if she didnt act quickly... and as the bearspirit filled her with strenght she whispered to nashara to hold on and raised her mace and with all force she had smacked him on the head.
Tho it had not hurt him as much as she had hoped it would it starteled him enough to make him back up and let go of the grip he had on Nashara...
She had sank on the ground.. she had felt so worried..
Meos had stood behind her but suddenly the greyrobed mad had just passed through him like a ghost and smacked her head so hard she nearly passed out from the blow. She recalled how Krid and Rhea had given her the willpower to stay awake... She could not pass out now.. Nashara needed her.. she told them to aid her and they did.
Meos moaned in his dream again and she looked but his facial expression was calm. She smiled and chuckled softly..
What had happened after that was so chaotic and fast... words had been spoken people came and went and that little brat of a girl that accompanied Dessel should have never been given a tongue at birth... by Crom , how can something so tiney and insignificant be so annoying!
The idea made her giggle... she had actualy enjoyed letting go of some of her rage by shouting at the girl.. poor thing..But annoying none the less and she had no clue whatsoever of what was going on.
Hrm..
She had noticed how the grey robed man was apearing around them having fun at their confussion in the moment... she had walked to him and said she would bring Zethrion back..
"If you had seen him you would know thats impossible" he had answered.
"Maybe for a priest... but i will do it.."
"Ask Nashara... she has seen him... seen his spirit... " Again she could almost see his grin.
It made her furious and as she noticed him going back to teasing the others and haunting them she had slipped into the building...
As quickly as she could she had sealed the room with a ritual to create a barrier versus evil spirits. This time.. she did not forget about the windows .. cause there where none !
She had been confident it would keep him out..
Asking Nashara had been something she had rather not done... she didnt want to place another burden on her shoulders by making her worry but...
The man... he honestly scared her.. what if he was not blocked out of the room.. what if he would kill her while she was gone ... she actualy had admitted it too...
What she did see..
she had not been prepared for..
All had gone to plan... the Asafoetida had done its work well...
Her near death-slumbering had been quick and smooth... but why was all so dark...
So ... Sad.. so ...quiet..this had not been the spirit realm!
this was... death.. or it felt like it..
All was black... pitch black.. and then a sharp light ... it had near blinded her but she saw the shape of something aproaching ... threatening feelings she had felt... it was not friendly.. a monster.. a beast...
She had called upon Krid and Rhea for their aid... giving her strenght... they had answered her call quickly...but she already regretted it as she heard a voice... familiar to her.. laughing...
It had been him!.. Imortal..
He was draining her bears! Draining their energy... but she was stubborn she would not give in this easily.
She had called out for Zethrion...
"He will not come.. haha!" the voice had mocked her... and suddenly a bolt was shot to Rhea who crashed down drained... Loosing Rhea made her crash to her knees... This world ! This place was eating their energy quickly...
"I want to speak to him! Let me see him!"
She didnt ... all was black but there where chains in the distance.. she had wanted to get closer but suddenly the beast was no longer alone... there where now five of them!
They stared to drain her quicker then before...
"I am his master here! And he will not come to you" The voice had spoken...
She had felt Krid pulling at her warning her to get out ...
"I-i... d-emand.. it!" she had screamed as she had also called out for Zethrion again as her last bit of energy faded and she had falled down.
"You are to weak... even to be of any use here... " The voice had said and then all was gone for her...
A void... it had been quiet.. too quiet... soothing..
warm..faintly in the distance she could hear a voice call out her name..
She had been so tempted to go see who it was but she could not move...
Was she... dead? For that moment... was she really ...
But krid had come and he had pulled her.. shown her the way ... to her body..
no no... she was not lost yet..
How she loved that bear..even as weakened as he was he came back for her. Even without her calling for him.
I told them all i saw.. and tho myrtis sais i could forget things... i doubt i will forget those feelings..
The darkness... the pain and the weakness...
"I am his master here"..here..
Only there!
We need a way to bring Zethrion back.. and a way to get rid of that "immortal"...
But alone we are to weak... we need all of our powers.. to defeat him.. here.
And as he is weakend we can bring Zethrion back... so he can master him again ... here.
Maybe if we ... ask the house to work together on this..
They had allowed me to try and bring back Zethrion... how can they refuse this...would they refuse this?
Story written by Maelthe, Clan Fearghal
www.clanfearghal.com
This is but a taste of Maelthe's work and the story played out by Fearghal members. The only way to fill the blanks is to seek those involved...
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