A/N: Yay. I got ONE review since my last update, but since it was so good,
I'm taking a break from Windwaker. You should all be honored. O btw. Adriel
is my screwed up best friend who likes posting things on every thing I
write. He's not really screwed up, I just felt like saying that.
Chapter III: Yrael's Trial
~But the Seven caught him and made him pay~
Yrael dreaded the next few days of his existence, seeing as how the seven had him locked in a cell literally covered from floor to ceiling in the Anti-charter Marks that Kibeth had created. He had attempted, several times in fact, to escape, only to find his very essence unraveling at the corrosive touch of their dark magic. He swore several times, before retreating to a corner, one unstained by the painful element.
He spent many hours here, contemplating his fate before He was greeted by a commanding knock at the door. He heard the loud and powerful voice of Saraneth call out from behind it.
"Yrael, it is time for your trial by the Council."
"And what makes you think I'll be coming?" he spat insolently, caring nothing for the ones who had so heartlessly bound him to this chamber.
Saraneth thought to himself for a few moments, and then resolved to try out the new mark he had created. This mark was one the captured his very spirit. It was, if you will, a modification of the mark of his name that he had made earlier. This one, however, did not define him like the other one did. This mark carried his power, the power of authority.
Yrael's heart leapt when he saw the red glow from the Anti-marks fade away, sensing that his time for escape was near. He dashed towards the door, whispering corrupted marks of opening and forcing. He watched in satisfaction as the door caught fire, and was ripped apart at the hinges. Right as he thought that freedom was assured, he found himself being lifted into the air, by a strange magic that he had never seen before. When he looked frantically around, he saw nothing but the commanding figure of Saraneth, head inclined as though asleep. As he struggled against his invisible captor, Yrael slowly noticed a misty golden aura emanating from the Charter on Saraneth's forehead, veiling the area around him in glittery energy. This must be a new mark, thought Yrael. Suddenly, Saraneth's head snapped upright, and Yrael watched in confusion as an incantation began tumbling out of his mouth. As Yrael watched, Saraneth wove a new mark into being, and poured every ounce of his strength into it, weaving several copies of it with others into a complicated and powerful spell. Right before his eyes, golden marks linked together like chains, pouring out of the air around them, adding to the growing power. Finally, Saraneth's spell casting drew near to a close, and he sealed the lot with a master mark, his own symbol. Yrael, stupefied by the sudden turn of events, began analyzing the spell, seeking its purpose, instead of preparing to evade it. Saraneth nodded in satisfaction and hurled the chain of marks at his adversary. As it melded into Yrael's flesh, he suddenly became docile. Slowly, his world went black.
When he awoke, he was in an ethereal realm, a place with drifting rainbows. Everywhere the tingle of Charter magic resounded, and the place echoed with the aura of ancient spells. It only took him a matter of seconds to resolve that he was in the heart of the Charter, and he was about to be tried by the Council of Seven. The Council was an idea made up long ago by the Eight, that if one of them turned to Orannis's side, or turned against the other seven, then they were to be tried by the remaining seven. Up until now, there had never been a use for it...
Yrael prepared to get up and leave, but a whisper in his ear swelled slightly, and unconsciousness threatened to overcome him. At the same time, a powerful urge to remain seated welled up from deep inside him. Yrael remembered, horrified, the powerful spell thrown at him by Saraneth. It was now part of him, and he would forever have to do whatever the seven wished of him. He was Bound. As he looked around, he became aware of seven tall, shining figures standing around him in a semi circle. He gazed at them, and slowly recognized them as the seven themselves; Ranna, all the way up to Astarael. They were looking upon him stoically, as if deciding his fate. He decided to speak up.
"Well, let's get on with it!" he declared. "We are having a trial, am I correct?"
Mosrael laughed bitterly. "Trial? Yrael. The trial has already occurred. We are considering your sentence as we speak!!"
Yrael digested this information for a few minutes, before slowly looking at them each in turn, seeking comfort in their unforgiving faces. "But, but...how could I sleep throughout the entire trial? Surely it must have taken a great deal of time?"
"Seven days, exactly." spoke Ranna softly.
"S..s...seven?!" spluttered Yrael.
"Yes." said Astarael coldly.
"How is it that I was asleep this entire time??"
"I shall answer that." said Saraneth, stepping forward. I have been long working on a mark, a mark of pure binding. Up until the point that I bound you, it had never been tested. It is, if you will, my power. The power that I have chosen myself. It is too much of a strain to keep in existence to make another one as powerful, so I found it fitting to choose one power to create. Binding seemed appropriate for the time. As it is, I willed you to sleep, and you slept. It is that simple. In short, you are my slave."
Yrael looked at him venomously for a few seconds, then decided against it, for fear of angering his new 'master'. "And...what is my sentence, or have you not decided?"
Belgaer glanced at Saraneth before speaking. "We were thinking about melding you with an Anti-charter Elemental, one that we call the Stilken, forcing you both to be destroyed. However, since Saraneth has so kindly told us this story now, we will have to think of a way to use this new ability of his. You know, it is really thanks to our friend Kibeth here that we ever found you out.
Yrael, having not yet realized this, stared at Kibeth for a few tense seconds, as though preparing to strike her. He heard a few sentences whispered from Saraneth, and found himself drifting to sleep again. He instantly made himself passive again, and the weariness subsided.
"For now," spoke Dyrim in her musical voice, "You shall be once again imprisoned. Good-bye, Yrael." With that, she waved her hand, and Yrael found the Charter World melting away, and found himself once again inside his small red cell.
A/N: Wow. I did it. I made Free Magic. Don't worry, the current Free Magic isn't really Free Magic. It's just called that. The Free Magic that's in the books is Anti-charter. If you're confused email me. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Oh btw. I finished Windwaker, so I can update more often. IDEAS ARE WELCOME!
Chapter III: Yrael's Trial
~But the Seven caught him and made him pay~
Yrael dreaded the next few days of his existence, seeing as how the seven had him locked in a cell literally covered from floor to ceiling in the Anti-charter Marks that Kibeth had created. He had attempted, several times in fact, to escape, only to find his very essence unraveling at the corrosive touch of their dark magic. He swore several times, before retreating to a corner, one unstained by the painful element.
He spent many hours here, contemplating his fate before He was greeted by a commanding knock at the door. He heard the loud and powerful voice of Saraneth call out from behind it.
"Yrael, it is time for your trial by the Council."
"And what makes you think I'll be coming?" he spat insolently, caring nothing for the ones who had so heartlessly bound him to this chamber.
Saraneth thought to himself for a few moments, and then resolved to try out the new mark he had created. This mark was one the captured his very spirit. It was, if you will, a modification of the mark of his name that he had made earlier. This one, however, did not define him like the other one did. This mark carried his power, the power of authority.
Yrael's heart leapt when he saw the red glow from the Anti-marks fade away, sensing that his time for escape was near. He dashed towards the door, whispering corrupted marks of opening and forcing. He watched in satisfaction as the door caught fire, and was ripped apart at the hinges. Right as he thought that freedom was assured, he found himself being lifted into the air, by a strange magic that he had never seen before. When he looked frantically around, he saw nothing but the commanding figure of Saraneth, head inclined as though asleep. As he struggled against his invisible captor, Yrael slowly noticed a misty golden aura emanating from the Charter on Saraneth's forehead, veiling the area around him in glittery energy. This must be a new mark, thought Yrael. Suddenly, Saraneth's head snapped upright, and Yrael watched in confusion as an incantation began tumbling out of his mouth. As Yrael watched, Saraneth wove a new mark into being, and poured every ounce of his strength into it, weaving several copies of it with others into a complicated and powerful spell. Right before his eyes, golden marks linked together like chains, pouring out of the air around them, adding to the growing power. Finally, Saraneth's spell casting drew near to a close, and he sealed the lot with a master mark, his own symbol. Yrael, stupefied by the sudden turn of events, began analyzing the spell, seeking its purpose, instead of preparing to evade it. Saraneth nodded in satisfaction and hurled the chain of marks at his adversary. As it melded into Yrael's flesh, he suddenly became docile. Slowly, his world went black.
When he awoke, he was in an ethereal realm, a place with drifting rainbows. Everywhere the tingle of Charter magic resounded, and the place echoed with the aura of ancient spells. It only took him a matter of seconds to resolve that he was in the heart of the Charter, and he was about to be tried by the Council of Seven. The Council was an idea made up long ago by the Eight, that if one of them turned to Orannis's side, or turned against the other seven, then they were to be tried by the remaining seven. Up until now, there had never been a use for it...
Yrael prepared to get up and leave, but a whisper in his ear swelled slightly, and unconsciousness threatened to overcome him. At the same time, a powerful urge to remain seated welled up from deep inside him. Yrael remembered, horrified, the powerful spell thrown at him by Saraneth. It was now part of him, and he would forever have to do whatever the seven wished of him. He was Bound. As he looked around, he became aware of seven tall, shining figures standing around him in a semi circle. He gazed at them, and slowly recognized them as the seven themselves; Ranna, all the way up to Astarael. They were looking upon him stoically, as if deciding his fate. He decided to speak up.
"Well, let's get on with it!" he declared. "We are having a trial, am I correct?"
Mosrael laughed bitterly. "Trial? Yrael. The trial has already occurred. We are considering your sentence as we speak!!"
Yrael digested this information for a few minutes, before slowly looking at them each in turn, seeking comfort in their unforgiving faces. "But, but...how could I sleep throughout the entire trial? Surely it must have taken a great deal of time?"
"Seven days, exactly." spoke Ranna softly.
"S..s...seven?!" spluttered Yrael.
"Yes." said Astarael coldly.
"How is it that I was asleep this entire time??"
"I shall answer that." said Saraneth, stepping forward. I have been long working on a mark, a mark of pure binding. Up until the point that I bound you, it had never been tested. It is, if you will, my power. The power that I have chosen myself. It is too much of a strain to keep in existence to make another one as powerful, so I found it fitting to choose one power to create. Binding seemed appropriate for the time. As it is, I willed you to sleep, and you slept. It is that simple. In short, you are my slave."
Yrael looked at him venomously for a few seconds, then decided against it, for fear of angering his new 'master'. "And...what is my sentence, or have you not decided?"
Belgaer glanced at Saraneth before speaking. "We were thinking about melding you with an Anti-charter Elemental, one that we call the Stilken, forcing you both to be destroyed. However, since Saraneth has so kindly told us this story now, we will have to think of a way to use this new ability of his. You know, it is really thanks to our friend Kibeth here that we ever found you out.
Yrael, having not yet realized this, stared at Kibeth for a few tense seconds, as though preparing to strike her. He heard a few sentences whispered from Saraneth, and found himself drifting to sleep again. He instantly made himself passive again, and the weariness subsided.
"For now," spoke Dyrim in her musical voice, "You shall be once again imprisoned. Good-bye, Yrael." With that, she waved her hand, and Yrael found the Charter World melting away, and found himself once again inside his small red cell.
A/N: Wow. I did it. I made Free Magic. Don't worry, the current Free Magic isn't really Free Magic. It's just called that. The Free Magic that's in the books is Anti-charter. If you're confused email me. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Oh btw. I finished Windwaker, so I can update more often. IDEAS ARE WELCOME!