Dreams (Page One)

Post by Hellborne

“Askaladi, may I ask you a question?” The timid voice broke the silence. The gray hairs in Askaladi’s eyebrows ruffled while he kept his eyes shut tight. He raised one of the eyebrows, and seemed to nod in agreement. Agreeing to what was beyond anyone but the old man’s knowledge. With a deep breath that resulted in a cough from the old man, he rose to his feet.

The old man, of human ancestry, had quite pale skin, that seemed to be chipping and pealing. A large wart on his left eye lid also blemished his appearance. Luckily for anyone that had unfortunate luck, the rest of his body was concealed by a pitch black cloak. On the back, a distinct outline of a pentagram surrounded by a circle was laced in the black with fine white linen. Despite Askaladi’s rough skin, his clothing was as soft as a newborn’s bare bottom. One could easily find the old man kept to himself, just rubbing the fine silk. Yet not now, now he was meditating. Well, a minute ago he was meditating, now one of his least favorite apprentices begged for his attention.

“What is it, Norlex?” Askaladi asked as he starred deep into the eyes of the young man.

Norlex was a human, like his aged Master. His skin was not as near as rough as the old man’s, which showed that he was still very young. His blonde locks only added to that theory. His blue eyes shimmered with what seemed to be a subtle tear drop trying to find its way out of it’s duct. Granted the young man knew if he showed any weak emotion, Askaladi would no doubt hang him by his wrists on a wall, and order forty slashes, all done by the most muscular monstrosity that Askaladi was known to keep around.

“Well...ummm...errr-” Norlex stuttered with his words. He did not help that his face was low, and his gaze was kept on the wooden floor. A random crack in the ash wood seemed to be more important than the young man’s Master.

“Speak up boy!” Askaladi lashed out. He raised his arms and seemed to bend them in a manner that would show he was ready to cast a spell. A very painful one at that.

Norlex straightened his back and looked into his Master’s eyes. Oh god. The young man thought for just a moment that maybe this was not a good idea. Maybe looking through one of the spell books, or maybe an old text book with words faded from the test of time will be more useful than him. No, it was too late for that. If he wanted to back away from Askaladi’s presence, he would have not even walked into the room to began with.

And with one giant gulp of air, Norlex shot out, “I need assistance in the twenty seventh rite,” He blurted out. The timid student awaited for the lashings, the harsh vile words, the kick to the stomach or a blade to the heart.

And received laughter.

Askaladi was bent over, laughing his old voice off. Every fews laughs, the elderly master would cough terribly, yet nothing stopped him from expressing his...happiness? Norlex was unsure as to why his master was laughing and bellowed over. A sense of worry rose in the deepest parts of his heart, yet at the same time the oddest case of curiosity came from his brain.

When the old man had enough, he collected himself and looked into his student’s eyes. “My dear Norlex, come here my boy,” Askaladi beckoned him. With hesitation, the scared boy came over. He took note of his master’s room

A simple desk where his master spent most of his time behind was in the back, accompanied with two lit lamps. The walls were decorated with several paintings. They varied from size of a hand to meters across. A wooden rocking chair was placed in the corner. Rumor had it that the master was known to rock back and forth in times of stress. Which could be everyday.

A single church stained window let in most of the light behind the desk. Rays of weak light poured into the room. The picture in the window was that of a beautiful angel. Her auburn hair was kept to several braids and fell to her waist. In her right hand held a sword, and in her right, a book with foreign letters. Her white gown was tattered and torn, and at the bottom the color of blood red stained the gown. The wings that most think that angels have, where not present. Rather, they were replaced with crimson wings the likes of demons possessed. The bat-like wings were spread wide as the angel-demon fought off her enemy. The foe she fought was a ray of light.

“Magnificent , is it not? Hand crafted by one of my closest friends. Yes, she spent many a hour creating this work of art. Do you know what it means, Norlex?” Askaladi inquired his student.

The boy stammered, “I...I am not sure...master. Explain?” He dared to ask. Perhaps ignorance was bliss, perhaps he was stupid for not knowing.

And yet the old man chuckled once again. “Oh, well as you can see, a pure lady is tainted with the forces of evil. She appears to be mostly intact to the corruption, yet fights against the beings she swore to protect,” He pointed to the rays of light, “Yet perhaps, she is in the right? To rebel is human nature, and many a man have won freedom due to it. Then why do those of power suppress those who want to rebel?” The man waited for an answer.

And when he did not receive one, he continued, “Because those with power are afraid that those without will overcome. The strength in the human heart is far superior to that of the strength of fear,” Askaladi pounded his chest.

“Thank you for the insight master,” Norlex stammered again. “It...it is sorta like us, right master?” Norlex raised the question.

“Heh, you could say that,” The elderly master stopped to think. “What did you want again? Oh yes the twenty seventh,” He seemed to wait for his student to respond. Once again, his student did not respond. “Norlex, you are a brilliant boy. A very intelligent scholar. I am surprised you could not muster the energy to master the rite.”

“I apologize master, it is just so draining. My muscles grow weak after every attempt...” The timid boy trailed off. His master rose his frail hand and smirked.

“Do not fret, I am sure you can do-” Before he could finish, his face showed that of surprise.

In front of him, the facial expression of Norlex turned to that of surprise as well, except his eyes were wide open and his body went into a terrible seizure. He then soon collapsed and continued to fidget on the ground uncontrollably. Mumbles and words that could not be understood cried out from his mouth, yet Askaladi did nothing to assist. He merely watched in amusement. He turned his attention to the doorway.

In the doorway, under the engraved arch stood a tall figure. The figure had a pure white robe on, and its hood was pulled back. A blue sword surrounded by orbs of white light decorated the front of the robe. The person was pulling his arms back, as smoke rose from the hands of the assailant.

Then, Askaladi began to clap in approval. The tight wrinkles on his face gave way to a grin, like a levees gives way to a wave of water. “Well done Rollem! I just knew you would easily master the twenty-seventh, unlike your peer Norlex,” Askaladi praised the man.

From the doorway came Rollem. The rays of light from the stained window shined on the body of the newcomer. His white robe only glowed more from the light. Rollem tossed his bleached white hair from his face with a twist of his face.

“It was nothing, Askaladi. It is not the first time I have tested the spell before. Only the first in public,” He said with a sly grin. This only gave Askaladi a bigger grin than his student.

He began, “Very good, practice never killed anyone! Well, maybe the people you tested upon.”
He chuckled once more, and waved a finger at his student, “I knew from the start that you were special Rollem. You are the most fit physique-wise, and possess a great knowledge of the rites, spells, and history of the Order. Come here my boy,” He beckoned Rollem.

He obeyed, and came close to the old master. He stood in front of Askaladi, and bowed, to show some manners. It was common to bow to a superior in their quarters. The pair were on a greater level than student and master, yet every once in a while, Rollem’s years of tutoring took over.

“Rollem, it is in my best thoughts that you skip the remaining rites. It is during these times that we need full fledge Knights to carry out our mission. We can not delay you any longer. Of all the initiates there is, you show the greatest potential. Are you following?” Askaladi explained and asked.

Rollem merely nodded his head. He was in no position to ask questions in the midst of an explanation.

“Very good. Well, it is time you know the ultimate goal of the Order of the Dark Light, our Order. You know very well that we are outcasts for our faith. Shut out from civilization, hah! You see Rollem, years of preparation have come to this. The Holy Wars are soon upon us. We shall take the blade of the rebel light to the wielders of our twin power,” Askaladi let out with a deep breath at the end.

Rollem took this all in very quickly. His heightened senses to obey commands go for listening as well. Yet, he then asked, “Sir, you must realize this is a battle we simply can not win. We only have six Chaos Knights, sixteen Knights, and seventy-six initiates. Our lost brothers count in the thousands,”

Askaladi nodded his head slowly in understanding. “Seventeen Knights, after your induction.” He corrected and continued, “This is very true, however we have a weapon that they do not have. Two weapons, rather.” Askaladi walked two paces forward and was in the face of Rollem. He lowered his voice, “We have the Prophet, and his little surprise,”

Shock overcame Rollem. For being a brave and strong warrior he was, the mere mention of the Prophet brought his heart going. It was like his heart was a horse at the races. He had to bring the willpower to ask, “When is the Prophet coming?”

Askaladi grew another sly look on his wrinkled and tight face. “In a matter of hours. I can already sense him coming.” Askaladi then felt a sudden kick to his leg. He looked down to see the spazzing body of Norlex kicking about. “Will you please deal with this mess, Rollem?” And with that, the old master left Rollem alone as he walked out of the room and into the long hallway.

If the Prophet is coming, that only means one thing... This is getting serious. From the Dark veils of the curtain of Light, our Order shall rise from these depths and overthrow the men that sought to oppress us with all of their might. No doubt the Chaos Knights will seek to claim revenge after what their brothers did to them. Of all of them, Askaladi will no doubt be the worst.

And I, a full fledged Knight. The Seventeenth Knight. I remember reading the scriptures of the Seventeenth Knight, of his power and might. Yes, I can still remember it vividly. “And from the depths of the ground shall come the Seventeenth Knight, with his sword raised high in one hand and in the other hand a book. The book reads the scripture to the end of the castles and fortresses of the enemies.” I have little doubt that is me.

Rollem looked down at the pathetic twitching body of his peer. He had no idea it was Norlex when he casted the “Emperillium” yet it did not matter. There was at least six before him that met the same fate at his hands. With a stern look on his face, Rollem bent down and brought his right hand to the forehead of Norlex. Smoke came from his hand, and soon a painful fire consumed the face of his peer. If it were not for the Emperillium, the pain would be ten fold. It was a mercy kill really.

Satisfied with the kill, Rollem stood back up and examined the scorched body of Norlex. He turned his attention to the stained glass window. The longer he looked at the angel, the more alive it became. Literally, the picture began to move. Vividly, the angel seemed to battle against the rays of light with its sword. She seemed to look into Rollem’s eyes with a look of terror. in the midst of this vision, a high pitch squeal ringed in his ears. And as quickly as this odd occurrence started, it ended. The picture was still the same, and there was no scream.

Rollem scanned the room to see anything that could have caused such a thing. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to point anything out. Confused and slightly worried, he quickly left the room. The hallway where he came from was long and spanned for several corridors. At the end was a crimson door with a bronze knob. He quickly twisted the knob and found himself in the main chamber. Several dozen people of the Human race paced from place to place on the rise rising walkways. Below was a pitch black and unending hole. To fall down was certain death. Yet that was not on Rellom’s mind. He continued to walk forward on the walkway. If his hunch was right, then the Prophet would be arriving very soon and meet with the Chaos Knights. And that would only mean one place for a meeting: the Regal Room.

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Post by Hellborne

Huh, confusing just what this is, but I'm still entertained.

Heh, then I guess I have gotten what I wanted from this piece. Score.

Post by Mojoworkn

You also have another reader confused :)

Though I really do like the story. Like, a lot. So sad to see Norlex had to die so soon though... I'm also curious to see who is this Prophet and this new order that you've seemingly come up with. I'm actually legitimately excited :D

Post by Hellborne

Author's Notes

-Oh the confusing mystery! It burns! For you.

-Ok so as you can probably tell by now, this is a very odd concept. Has no traces of any WoW in it, at all. Brings a sense of originality and personality. Love it or hate it, this is what it is going to be like.

-Making this whole Order of the Dark Light is also pretty fun. I just want you all to take note of a few things in it, mostly the cryptic stuff. It will make sense soon enough.

-Enjoy! That's all for now.

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