Final - Rin Silrose
The story is about a
prophet. It starts in a large city on a frozen world where magic is part of
everyday life. The crux of the story involves spying.
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“The true master shall reign once the cold has disappeared, once the magic can turn to warmth and light, once the white king has fallen to the people. Then the lesser King will rise above all. But, the people must embrace change or it will be the dawn of a darker age.”
Such were the first words I spoke, just moments after being birthed by my mother. I had inherited her ability, and although I did not speak one word more until many months had passed, these words were the most important I would ever speak. They were the ones that separated me from my mother, brought to the palace of King Saladrian. He wanted to keep watch over me because my prophecy was about his downfall. He wanted to hear all my words so that he could prevent fate from coming to be. Yet, as all men eventually realize, fate can rarely be avoided and his fall came.
During King Saladrian’s reign, into which I was obviously born, the world was cold. Every surface was covered in ice and life existed slowly. After all, temperature-wise, absolute zero allows for no movement. This cold invaded the souls of all, and slowed down the world. The world was also dark. Fires and light could only exist for moments before the cold set them out. As the years passed, people forgot how merry life had once been. They resigned themselves to living under the oppressive frozen world and reign of a King with a frozen heart.
The only thing the people still had control over was their magic. As a result, it was used even more than it ever had been in the past. For simple things, such as brushing one’s hair, a quick flick of one’s hand would let magic take care of it. However important it was throughout the day, few were very powerful and could use energy-rich spells. There was one in particular, though, who could accomplish any task he wished with magic: Nishpash, the leader of the underworld court.
Nishpash was a king to his people, those who ventured to the underworld. The underworld was full of color and life, unlike the world above the surface. He was a man I found fascinating because he had undergone so much and still knew light. He had been the son of the King of our kingdom, but was forced to move to the underworld when King Saladrian and his men had invaded.
It was the 33rd annual feast of the Assumption of the Throne, a kingdom-wide holiday held in honor of King Saladrian, that Nishpash and the beings of the underworld came to the surface once again. The King ordered me to spy on Nishpash, because the King himself had no magic. I did so, not because I was commanded to, but because I was curious about the man who had every right to be the ruler of the kingdom.
I spied on him and took careful notes about his way of dress (multicoloured robes that were cinched in the middle with a belt of blue cloth) and his movements (he appeared headed into the masses). Every hour, I ran back to tell King Saladrian my observations. Yet, when Nishpash finally reached the center of the frozen city and thus, the center of the hubbub, I forgot about my spying mission. I was as entranced as all the others who were watching.
To be continued...
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“The true master shall reign once the cold has disappeared, once the magic can turn to warmth and light, once the white king has fallen to the people. Then the lesser King will rise above all. But, the people must embrace change or it will be the dawn of a darker age.”
Such were the first words I spoke, just moments after being birthed by my mother. I had inherited her ability, and although I did not speak one word more until many months had passed, these words were the most important I would ever speak. They were the ones that separated me from my mother, brought to the palace of King Saladrian. He wanted to keep watch over me because my prophecy was about his downfall. He wanted to hear all my words so that he could prevent fate from coming to be. Yet, as all men eventually realize, fate can rarely be avoided and his fall came.
During King Saladrian’s reign, into which I was obviously born, the world was cold. Every surface was covered in ice and life existed slowly. After all, temperature-wise, absolute zero allows for no movement. This cold invaded the souls of all, and slowed down the world. The world was also dark. Fires and light could only exist for moments before the cold set them out. As the years passed, people forgot how merry life had once been. They resigned themselves to living under the oppressive frozen world and reign of a King with a frozen heart.
The only thing the people still had control over was their magic. As a result, it was used even more than it ever had been in the past. For simple things, such as brushing one’s hair, a quick flick of one’s hand would let magic take care of it. However important it was throughout the day, few were very powerful and could use energy-rich spells. There was one in particular, though, who could accomplish any task he wished with magic: Nishpash, the leader of the underworld court.
Nishpash was a king to his people, those who ventured to the underworld. The underworld was full of color and life, unlike the world above the surface. He was a man I found fascinating because he had undergone so much and still knew light. He had been the son of the King of our kingdom, but was forced to move to the underworld when King Saladrian and his men had invaded.
It was the 33rd annual feast of the Assumption of the Throne, a kingdom-wide holiday held in honor of King Saladrian, that Nishpash and the beings of the underworld came to the surface once again. The King ordered me to spy on Nishpash, because the King himself had no magic. I did so, not because I was commanded to, but because I was curious about the man who had every right to be the ruler of the kingdom.
I spied on him and took careful notes about his way of dress (multicoloured robes that were cinched in the middle with a belt of blue cloth) and his movements (he appeared headed into the masses). Every hour, I ran back to tell King Saladrian my observations. Yet, when Nishpash finally reached the center of the frozen city and thus, the center of the hubbub, I forgot about my spying mission. I was as entranced as all the others who were watching.
To be continued...