“Stay long enough, perhaps you will see your answer.” – Firena Certhviean
“Stay long enough, perhaps you will see your answer.” – Firena Certhviean
Also known as Raithnlres, the Dragon-Sages of Thriavinos are an ancient race of warriors and sorcerers/sorceresses who can transform into dragons.
“You’re a fierce warrior, a beloved sister yet your distrust in others is beyond normalcy, why?” – Camus Zecreth
A vile and cruel demonic-like creature that serves Wrethier Vrellien, with ashen skin tainted silver and rust, with vermilion eyes.
“There’s been something troubling you, isn’t there. It’s in your eyes.” – Seryaina Leriandri
Werewolves who can shift under any phase of the moon, who didn’t break their covenant. They are led by Rethenius Kelnir, their crowned prince and heir to their kingdom.
Here is the third piece of the six part tale of, “A Dance of Sellswords”. Thank you for your support and enjoy the next installment of this untold story.
Rogue tempests held no candle to the force of nature being brought into the world. The great celestial skies of midnight shaped a veil of stars that beckoned a riled and ever-changing sea. Nature, in itself came together for no one else or so the legends were told across the tapestries of time and history. Vyctor and Edlen barely had enough time to make it safely to the den of creatures that call the four winds of the world home. the Windresirs of Sereinne.
Vyctor eased his beloved wife on his cloak that he just finished laying out when, her screams filled the air, as another contraction surged through her body. For twenty-six hours, the pain did not falter. No respite could comfort their hearts, not knowing when their child would come into this world, but when caught them off guard was the Windresirs and how they were closer to them on either side. Blythe, the matriarch of the zephyrs of the north, stood steadfast as another pained cry passed thru Edlen. For, a new life was about to come swiftly into the world, but what no one had foreseen was a celestial from the Halls of Lyreires made her presence known.
Wise and a fierce warrior forged in the fires of war, the goddess Pallas arrived while the others descend. A few Wolfsayers spared their supplies while they bustled out of her way, as she knelt by Edlen’s side. “It’s time, for this little one to come into the world, Oberyn has foreseen it.”
Edlen breathed thru her last contraction. “How can you be so sure?” Her mind’s eye delved across a field and back again. Pallas smiled at the expectant mother.
“Forget everything else that clouds your mind, what does your heart tell you, Edlen Certhviean? Allow your heart to find hers, and tell me what you’re afraid of.” Vyctor grabbed a hold of Edlen’s hand as she pushed thru another wave of pain, as she began to push. Wisps of wind and a veil of mist washed over her, as she felt her child finally making her presence known. Sure, the pain was one way but she had no control over that, but wait did the wise one, reveal their hearts were right and that they would be welcoming their little girl into this new world.
Despite all the discomfort she endured, it was still euphoric to know their daughter, their firstborn is finally here. Before she can try to fathom anything else, a baby’s cries filled the air. Symphonies of the four winds carried over the air, to greet a new life. Pallas gave her blessing to the newborn child as she handed her over to her mother. “This child is a beacon of hope for those who have none, she will receive all the blessings we have to offer, she will become our champion. What is her name?”
Both mercenary lords were lost for words, their daughter was just born and already she has the blessings from all the Srielriya gods, and their kin save those who clung to the shadows. Thinking it over, without much trouble, as if it was second nature and their hearts were one and the same, Vyctor turned his attention to the fierce shield-maiden. “Firena, Firena Certhviean.”
Windresirs drew closer still. The twin gods gave their blessings to Firena, as Leila took her into her arms. Oberyn’s eyes glowed a golden hue before he turned his gaze to the newborn’s parents. “A winged wolf flies across a midnight sky filled with stars and over a raging sea, who lives eternally, unlike you and the rest of your kin, she is one of three who will guide your kin into a golden age. Make no mistake she is more than she appears.”
Firena’s fingers clung to her mother’s chemise and drew closer, Edlen rubbed small circles along her daughter’s back. “We’ll always stand beside her, my lord Oberyn. She is our child.”
Leila’s silver armor glistened along the torches that burned bright, as if the stars themselves had graced them with their presence. “You misunderstand, Wolfsayer. My brother sees two wolves standing by her side thru everything life will throw her way. Beside, a winged wolf of the four winds, there will dwell a wolf of sea and fire.”
Vyctor ran his hands over his face, clapping his knees gingerly before he addressed the twin gods in front of fire. “What if we don’t want her to live this life? To be what we are, not just mercenaries but Wolfsayers.”
Silence crept over the dens of the Windresirs, not even the gods whispered a word thereafter. Yet, for all the silence that remained, one mind, body and soul kept her voice above their own, Firena. She may be a newborn child, and she may cry from time to time, but her heart beats true. Her spirit is a dreamer, one of the truest believers, only she knows where her path lies. Pallas thought. “That’s not for us to decide, Vyctor. You may be her parents, and yes you brought her into this world, and you love her dearly, we all see it, but who are you to decide her fate… who are you to take away her voice?”
Before either could argue with the wise goddess of the Srielriya, Pallas cut them off at the pass. “Do you honestly believe she will be a little girl forever, that you can keep this a secret from her. She deserves to know who she is… where she comes from… don’t take that away from her, she is stronger than you realize.”
She’s the Wind Crethighe, and she cannot die, but mark my words, Vyctor and Edlen Certhviean. Her time will come and when it does, a rogue tempest, will not be weathered and tamed, but instead a wisp of fresh air that will carry us through our dreams and into reality.
Stay tuned for the continuation of the, Lost Tales of the Srielriya, that will delve further into the pasts of Vyctor and Edlen Certhviean, coming soon.
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Long nights and colossal storms stirred awake, the world’s most powerful obelisks. One by one, the Wolfsayers clashed. Sovereigns, Enforcers, Mentors, and Guardians, it made no difference. How could it, when all seemed lost in the wildness of eternity. To live within the realms of the seen and the unseen, shadows and flames erupt thru bramble thickets. Thorns cut deep, wounds linger and maelstroms swell beyond a mind’s eye. Lust for power and lands that were never their own, House Anlryn’s ever aggressive firebrand, Helthornnayus made his mark on the world around them. Merciless disciples pillaged and burned all within their path. For once, it seemed as though the Wolfsayers however ripped apart at the seams they were, they now shared a common enemy.
A year had passed before the remnants fled to whence they came, to live and fight another day. Nevertheless, peace between the eight great houses of Wolfsayers was elusive as ever. House Anlryn and House Certhviean were nearly at each other’s throats for several years. Bloodlust has sowed its seeds deep within a rooted beneath a felled tree. First, Rowan Anlryn… then his youngest son and heir, Helthornnayus… raised arms against the Dravnien’s, and his own daughter, Farina Anlryn’s joined forces. Broken shards of trust remained untouched for many years. For many years, still Anlryn and Certhviean were at ends but new threads of life were rose like phoenixes from the ashes, and into the flames of a bright new age.
Maybe the friendship could be mended between sovereign bloods. Since the harsh and bitter cold winter airs of Srielrian, Vyctor and his northern lords barely staved a listening ear for House Anlryn’s affairs. Tending to their own, they rebuilt homes, and saved lives after a brief gathering with Lloyd Anlryn and his bannermen. Once the news Helthornnayus’ disciples have fallen at the claws of the Srielriya Drakes of the Norhainor Mountains, Lloyd’s business there was finished. No bloodshed between Vyctor’s and Lloyd’s sentinels were spilt, but in remembrance for all the ones that fell into the hands of Dis, kept the distance evermore.
Riddled aflame, the maelstroms were reborn anew and a new phoenix rose from the flames. Two hearts forever intertwined, the beating heart of true love or so the bards have sung. They have come a long way since Vyctor held her at his sword’s edge. It’s strange when they remind themselves of how their so-called fairytale began. Who started that anyway, the bards or blathers of gossipers, is there any difference between the whisperers of the outside world, outsiders looking in, professing to matters they barely understand… neither Edlen or Vyctor knew.
Nor did they give strangers to their mind’s eye quell the love they felt for another. Some called it a forbidden love, others a fairytale in their lives. If only others felt that way, Edlen thought. Staving her thoughts away from the troublesome air that filled her heart, a tender but gentle kiss laid to rest upon her bare shoulder, the great shield-maiden of Theranosse closed her eyes. “Vyctor, we need to go. It’s not safe here.”
Vyctor ignored her warning, as he trailed his lips up her shoulder and skirted across her jawline. One of his hands gingerly brushed along her waist until it rested on her outer thigh. “We’ve reached the summit of Eriecen Highlands. No one will find us up here.” He reasoned. Edlen blissfully shook her head as she turned around in his embrace and leaned in to kiss his lips.
“Oh, really? We’re deep inside Vrakarthre territory and you believe they won’t notice our presence here?” She continues as she presses her lips to his once more in a passionate kiss.
He smiled into the kiss. “Where’s your sense of adventure, my love? We’re Wolfsayers, not defenseless.” Cupping her face in his hands, caught in a loving embrace, “These wolves are fierce warriors but we are humble travelers who are just passing thru.” Gently pulling away from her side, Vyctor Certhviean rose to his feet. “Fine.” He said meeting her apprehensive gaze. Reaching for his clothes, he got dressed and gathered his weapons, as Edlen did the same.
“How far is the Ilrie Forest?” Edlen asked curiously while she finished pulling on her boots. Vyctor runs his hand over the back of his neck.
“A few days ride, if the weather holds.” He said. Sheathing his swords, he called for their horses but they didn’t come. Drawing one of his daggers free, he beckoned Edlen to do the same. Staying close to the trees and weaving thru another forested knoll, rustling leaves crackled and crunched under their elusive shadow and visitor. But neither dared say a word, should they draw any more unwanted attention.
Edlen looked around, nearly tripping on a branch along the way. Keeping close to the shadows herself, she drew her daggers close to her heart. Twigs and leaves snapped behind her. Suddenly jarred back into the tree at her back, a grizzled maw met steel.
She spun her arms down in an arc, her daggers pierced thru flesh and bone. “We’re being hunted!” She called out to Vyctor. Quickly slipping her daggers to her sides, Edlen looked around once more. However, he did not answer. Before she could muster the nerve to call out to him again, another shadow lunged for her, a ray of silver gleamed in sunlight, and there was a familiar face.
“They’re growing bolder.” He said as he cleansed his daggers on the fur of the dead werewolves. “Anvraya’s filth, have traveled far to have reached us here. They must have tracked us since Krevnevris.”
Howls echoed across the air. Wafts of mist rolled across the highlands. “They’re here.”
Stay tuned for the continuation of the, Lost Tales of the Srielriya, that will delve further into the pasts of Vyctor and Edlen Certhviean on May 31st.
Good afternoon everyone and welcome to the third and final piece of “Midnight Wisps”, next week is going to be the beginning of Edlen’s and Vyctor’s next adventure. Thank you, for reading thus far, and I hope you’ll continue reading from here.
It must have been a dream… or rather a sense of reality, she failed to see. Srielriya drakes, fissures in a mountain that took a life all of their own. Crypts that could melt the emotional flesh off a backbone from the heartiest of warriors, Edlen didn’t know where to turn. If she turned back, surely her uncle’s men would catch her, and if they didn’t find her, the drakes or anything else could reach beyond both of her weapons, surely would. As much as she disliked being dependent on another, she needed him, to make it out of Srielrian unseen.
“How did you know, they were down there?” She began, keeping her blade close at hand. “I mean, we could have stumbled upon them?”
Vyctor trained his eye on the brush ahead. “That milady, is why many outsiders die and not many live to tell the tale.” Swept his sword left to right, and right to left, he led them down a hidden pass. “I have been to Lehrian before, no one save your mother and your uncles have come here, and survived. Tell me, why your people trespass on my family’s lands?”
Edlen caught up with him, her pace fell in sync with his. “I couldn’t answer that, even if I wanted to.” She dragged her sword along and helped Vyctor cut the brush aside. “My family doesn’t tell me, the details to every move they make.”
No one in her family told her much of anything, simply a protection detail they told her. Especially when the other clans of their kin were involved. To be truthful, until she met Vyctor, she had never met a Certhviean or any of their sentinels before.
“They don’t trust you, then.” He argued as he cut down another patch of tall grass. Turning, until he stood face to face with her, the warrior’s gaze fell upon hers. “Must be frustrating, when they turn a blind eye to one of their own.” I know all too well, how you feel—Edlen, only daughter of Renieva Anlryn and Edric Vaughn.
She scoffed at the idea. “They have never turned their backs on me… they just believe they’re trying to protect me.”
Now that she said it aloud, she cursed under her breath. She was alone in the wilds of Srielrian, with Vyctor Certhviean, a fellow Wolfsayer she barely knew, while her family had no idea where she was. Even she had to admit, this wasn’t her finest hour, but she remembered…she’s faced far worse battles than this one.
Both shared a swift and ever-changing glance with one another, when a rustle of leaves caught high in a midnight breeze. “What was that?” She asked, poising to strike whatever it is lurking in behind the trees. “Another one of your friends?”
He shook his head.
“Gawain, introduce yourself to our honored guest.” Vyctor said. Before she could say another word, an axe swung straight thru the air and lands a centimeter away from her ear. Her heart nearly jumps out of her chest, had it not been for her ribcage, it would have succeeded. But she did the second best thing, tripped over a fallen tree branch. “Edlen Anlryn, meet Gawain Relnios, my brother-at-arms.”
The bear of a man, plucked his axe out of the tree’s bark effortlessly. His steely gaze kept, fixed on her, just in case she tried anything. “Anlryn, huh… did she tell you why she was here?” He didn’t even wait for his answer before he trained his axe to just below her chin. “Lloyd’s men were here, the other day harassing my sentinels. Did she tell you that?”
Helthornnayus’ men to the north, and Lloyd’s men to the west… what to make of this. Vyctor thinks before turning his eye back to his companions.
“My father didn’t leave me in charge just to watch our lands burn, my friend. If they strike, we will have the advantage.” Stealing a wary glance at Edlen, he staved the axe away from her throat. “But she will not be a part of it.”
Relnios Lord of the Wolfsayers, or not he didn’t understand. She was their enemy. Why would his sovereign save her, he couldn’t place his finger on it. “Lloyd’s men are on our borders, remnants of, his late brother skulk about the shadows… it’s only a matter of time before her mother and her other uncle is behind them.”
Helping Edlen to her feet, Vyctor kept his distance. “She helped me heal my injuries. The insidious fiend’s men were after us both, she isn’t with them, but it remains to be seen about her uncle Lloyd’s men.”
Edlen didn’t know this man, Gawain Relnios really well, but her mother has spoken of his family in almost every conversation she held about the eastern territories of Glinre. She gathered one thing, a Relnios is not to be trifled with, or any sentinel sworn to their sovereign lord, the Certhvieans. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. My family doesn’t have quarrel’s with you.”
Vyctor scoffed under his breath. “Your grandfather started one with my family ages ago. He may have been a great man once, but his greed got the better of him before he died at the hands of lesser men.”
“Gawain, gather your men and wait for further orders. Send a scout to Lloyd’s generals and give his high sentinel Reynard Zecreth one chance to treat with me, I’d like to meet with, the great Lord of Esneralth.” The well-built Nevrisse warrior, rests his axe across his shoulder, with a respectful nod, at his sworn liege lord’s order, he left the pair alone once more.
But Edlen was confused, why would her Uncle Lloyd have men wandering into Srielrian. He didn’t support his father’s wishes for Srielrian, nor did her Uncle Ilnieyas or her mother for that matter, the only one might have been Helthornnayus.
It made sense, but how could she be certain if she was nearly attacked by every Srielriya native who believed they sided with her late uncle when they were off by a dozen leagues. “Vyctor, let me speak with, my uncle. I can get the answers you require.”
He graciously dismissed her offer.
“Forgive me, milady but this doesn’t concern the Halls of Theranosse. This is between, Esneralth and Srielrian.” Picking up her sword and handing it back to her, he led her to the borders of Srielrian. “I trust you know your way from here.”
Edlen nodded. “Good, a fresh horse is waiting for you down the road, I saw to it after we met. This is where I leave you.”
Ever since she arrived in Srielrian, she had been chased by Helthornnayus’ men and stole a one in the thousandth glance, the mythical drakes of the Srielriya Mountains of Norhainor, but none of them are in close comparison to her encounter with a Certhviean Lord. Vyctor, is unlike anyone she has ever seen in Lehrian, or anywhere else for that matter. Before she turned to walk down the road to find the horse he supposedly spoke of, his hand caught hers.
He brought hers to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon it. “May the gods watch over you, Edlen of Theranosse.” Gingerly releasing his grip on her hand, he drew something from his cloak. One of the beautiful midnight wisp flowers from the groves of the Norhainor Mountains. “Here, I want you to have this, to remember our time together, however short it might have been. That tonight… I met one whose beauty rivals the endless stars of a midnight sky.”
As he drew a few strands of her hair back, and placed the flower beside her left ear. He whispered in the early misted breeze, I pray we see each other again, and dispersed.
Stay tuned for the continuation of the, Lost Tales of the Srielriya, that will delve further into the pasts of Vyctor and Edlen Certhviean on March 2nd.