Energy Of The Realms
A Darren Hayes/Channel [V] Crossover Fic
By: Tiara [my demand], zahira@pl.jaring.my 2k2-4eva
Part 1
Violet smoke filled the room; the scent of pine and dew-rush wafted through the air as Asha burnt another batch of her Energize concoction, charging her with enough strength to last the whole 30 hours of the Legerdemain day. Asha could never understand why a Legerdemain day needed so many hours…what was she going to do with all that time? Why can't it be like a day in Tripola, which lasts 26 hours…Earth, which only lasts 24 hours…or that recently discovered, unnamed realm whose day only lasted 10 hours at the most? The suns of Legerdemain blazed for 15 hours straight…the chill took over the rest of the time…she did not like the climate; she could do with a bit less.
After drinking her Energize potion, Asha went over to her Study Room to catch up on a few written works. She had many tomes in her collection; bound copies of recipes passed from generation to generation, histories of each Realm in the Unyverse, legends of the Legerdemain and his people. Asha was studious and meticulous; every word was scanned in her mind, every idea comprehended, questioned…she loved to think, and she considered the printed word an excellent way to gain knowledge. It wasn't a surprise, then, that she was revered, feared, and known throughout Legerdemain as one of its most intelligent inhabitants. She was just about to pull out a book on astrological science when she heard someone coming…she looked at the door and saw a young man standing there, decked in shimmering veltin cloths; a bag on one arm and a box in the other.
"Ah, Adrian…come on in," she invited. Adrian walked into the Study Room and placed his things on the table. The breeze of the night before was swiftly leaving the room, passing through his hair; its spikes of ebony and bronze glistening as the wind cooled it down. Adrian looked like he could use an Energize drink himself; he was sweating and his skin was stained with metals - part of his work as a fine-crafter of various objects.
"Thank you," said Adrian after a while. "Are you well?"
"Why shouldn't I be? I have been living for 300 years without any ill-being befalling me…there is no reason why it should come now."
"Ah, so your hocus-pocus must be doing you some good…if it even exists in the first place."
"Please, Adrian, do not blaspheme the power of Magick. If it wasn't for Magick and its Forces, we won't be able to survive a measly 25 years. That is the problem with the people of some realms…they have completely forgotten the power of Magick, and therefore they do not live as long as the believers."
"All right, there is no need to get your airs up. It is just in my nature to question everything."
"And it is in my nature to answer."
Adrian looked at the sprightly lady standing in front of him…her skin was a buttery nut brown; a total contrast to his pearly white complexion. She had eyes that changed with the passing of the hour, tresses of auburn and lavender that gently caressed her spine, a natural sense of elegance that followed her like a shadow wherever she went; all that came from being a descendant of the Merwan, the People Of The Water. Indeed, she was in tune with the ebb and flow of the bodies of liquid; this witchly nymph harnessed her power to the fullest, using her inborn energy to produce fine Magick. Sometimes the inhabitants wondered if Asha used a glamour spell on herself; the answer to that mystery is something only Asha herself knows.
"So what brings you here, dear Adrian?"
"Can't a crafter come to visit a neighbour once in a while?"
"Oh no, there is no restriction…it is not like I placed a spell to pull you or repel…but is there a specific purpose?"
"Truthfully…there might be. I am not sure. I was making a few goblets yesterday, when suddenly through the flames I saw a dark horse and the sign of the Merwan. So I thought I should come here, because I thought you sent a message to me."
"Typical - one of the Fire gets messages through their element. But I did not send that message…"
"No? Then it could only be…"
"The dark horse…"
The pounding of hooves rattled the floor beneath them. Asha and Adrian spun around and saw a dark mist; the mist parted to reveal a rider decked in the shades of night, blending in with his vehicle - a steadfast stallion. The rider got off the horse and walked towards the two, letting his hood drop to reveal a fair face with piercing azure eyes and locks of gold; carved with the expression of deep seriousness.
"Good day, Darren," they greeted, as he took a seat next to them. Darren was a Protector; every day he would patrol the Legerdemain milieu, guarding it against possible danger. He had fought many battles in his life, with people of many realms; the thin scars on his skin were his only reminders. He thought his role as a sacrifice to Legerdemain; the place and the legend - it was told that Legerdemain was a great leader who defended his inhabitants through a great mind, spirit, and brilliance. Darren was convinced that the legends were true; some even considered him to be one of Legerdemain's incarnations. At this time, though, Darren was not out on a battle or a patrol; he had some serious business to do.
"I trust that you both received my message?"
"I had not the chance to check my notices; but Adrian did see a sign in the Flames and came here to tell me about it."
"Good…at least I got you both where I wanted you. Now listen; we have an important task up ahead. And you both are involved in it."
"Us? But how? I am merely a crafter, she a potion-maker…if it was just you, we would be able to comprehend."
"Ah, but our skills are much needed at this time…Asha, I hear that you have a record of astrological conjunctions with you?"
"Yes, Darren…indeed, I was just about to read it, before Adrian came to call. Shall I get it for you?"
"Please do. It is urgent."
Asha got up and retrieved the tome from the rest of the collection. It was a leather-bound hardback; on the cover was written in jade ink, "Ye Science Of Astrologie And Almanac Of Konjunctions." Dusty and going to pieces, this was a very old copy - even by Legerdemain's standards. Asha dusted the book clean and handed it over to Darren, who flipped through it and opened it on a page that read "Energie Recharges and Balances".
"Look here…according to this almanac, there should be a Unyversal Recharge sometime in the next few months. This Recharge only happens once every era; it is essential to ensure that the Realms receive enough energy to survive. Unfortunately, there has been an imbalance in one of the Realms, which can severely affect the other Realms."
"Which Realm is it? And how will it affect the rest?"
"I am not too sure which one…however, I do know that if there is an imbalance somewhere, the Recharge will not proceed smoothly, and some Realms will have too much energy while others will have too little. Too much and the Realm will explode; too little and the Realm will die."
"And what will happen then?"
"The Unyverse will suffer a great vacuum…it may throw itself completely. And then it might disappear."
"But that means…we will not exist anymore!"
"Exactly. The Unyverse is supposed to last for eternity; but something of this magnitude can halt its development."
All were quiet for a while, digesting this new-found information. Suddenly, a memory flashed through Asha's mind; this sounded all too familiar.
"Hold on for a minute - I've heard of this before," she exclaimed. "Something about a prophecy…let me check." She walked to a far section of the Study Room and came back with a small book, bound in wood with the words "Celestyne Prophecys Of The Realms" carved on the cover. She searched through the book, stopping on a page right in the middle. The words were fading, but they were still readable…or so Asha hoped.
"I knew it - there was a prophecy about it many eras ago," said Asha, reading through the text. "And then will come an Era where the Unyverse will go through a Recharge, but not like the other Eras will this Recharge be complete…the scales will be slanted, and the Energie will not be spread evenly…some may burn, some may freeze…it is up to The Protector, The Crafter, and The Witch to bring the scales back to balance…they will encounter a Page which will relay Information, and they will help the Page discover her History…and they will revive the Magician which will complete the Process…and the Unyverse will be Recharged, and all will be fine…but it is up to The Protector, The Crafter, The Witch and The Page…for without them the scales will be slanted and the Realms may die…History is not set in Stone, but it is written in the Stars and Kosmos, and Action must be taken for each Prophecy."
Darren and Adrian thought about the Prophecy…they had a realization.
"That prophecy's about us! But who's the Page?"
"You're right, Adrian. But the Page is not of our concern now. According to the Prophecy, we will encounter her later…if it is right, of course."
"I am pretty sure it is…my Merwan senses tell me so. What do we do now?"
"Well…what we need to do is find out which Realm is having the imbalance…"
"Then?"
"Then we go there and see if we can rebalance it. Legerdemain is one of the strongest, most powerful Realms, out there energy-wise…I am sure that with our combined energies and skills, we will be able to fix this imbalance before it gets out of hand. And fulfill the Prophecy."
Adrian was a little unsure. "How do we know which Realm is having the imbalance?"
"That's what I came here for," replied Darren. "Adrian, do you have your Scope with you?" Adrian nodded and gave him a long, shiny, silver rod…on both ends was a layer of crystal, designed to allow the user to view distances and places that he chose. It was one of his first creations…and one that he was very proud of.
Darren examined the Scope, unscrewing one of the crystal layers. "Hmm…this is good, very fine quality, but for our purpose we need to charge it a little," he commented. "Asha, could you get me some knotted weedlings and…a pinch of ground timorose please?" On command, Asha walked out of the Study Room and came back with two small pounches of Darren's requested ingredients. Darren placed a little of each item in the Scope and screwed the crystal layer back on, shaking it to make sure the herbs didn't leak out. He then closed his eyes, and held the Scope tightly…
"Al-visiona les Scopas borio la Realma la visita…la incantino el Realma al- tynage balancio nien…Paria Incantina! Paria Incantina! Paria Incantina! Noa!"
Darren was chanting in an ancient Legerdemain language…the words flowed through his melodic voice smoothly, as though he had been speaking that language his whole life. He slammed the Scope on the floor; immediately a ray of light burst through the crystal layers, flooding the room with its brightness. A vision of a green-blue sphere emerged…there were patches of grey and red; its aura was tattered in places. Darren immediately knew which Realm was having the imbalance.
"Asha, Adrian, our destination…Earth."
…more coming soon…
A Darren Hayes/Channel [V] Crossover Fic
By: Tiara [my demand], zahira@pl.jaring.my 2k2-4eva
Part 1
Violet smoke filled the room; the scent of pine and dew-rush wafted through the air as Asha burnt another batch of her Energize concoction, charging her with enough strength to last the whole 30 hours of the Legerdemain day. Asha could never understand why a Legerdemain day needed so many hours…what was she going to do with all that time? Why can't it be like a day in Tripola, which lasts 26 hours…Earth, which only lasts 24 hours…or that recently discovered, unnamed realm whose day only lasted 10 hours at the most? The suns of Legerdemain blazed for 15 hours straight…the chill took over the rest of the time…she did not like the climate; she could do with a bit less.
After drinking her Energize potion, Asha went over to her Study Room to catch up on a few written works. She had many tomes in her collection; bound copies of recipes passed from generation to generation, histories of each Realm in the Unyverse, legends of the Legerdemain and his people. Asha was studious and meticulous; every word was scanned in her mind, every idea comprehended, questioned…she loved to think, and she considered the printed word an excellent way to gain knowledge. It wasn't a surprise, then, that she was revered, feared, and known throughout Legerdemain as one of its most intelligent inhabitants. She was just about to pull out a book on astrological science when she heard someone coming…she looked at the door and saw a young man standing there, decked in shimmering veltin cloths; a bag on one arm and a box in the other.
"Ah, Adrian…come on in," she invited. Adrian walked into the Study Room and placed his things on the table. The breeze of the night before was swiftly leaving the room, passing through his hair; its spikes of ebony and bronze glistening as the wind cooled it down. Adrian looked like he could use an Energize drink himself; he was sweating and his skin was stained with metals - part of his work as a fine-crafter of various objects.
"Thank you," said Adrian after a while. "Are you well?"
"Why shouldn't I be? I have been living for 300 years without any ill-being befalling me…there is no reason why it should come now."
"Ah, so your hocus-pocus must be doing you some good…if it even exists in the first place."
"Please, Adrian, do not blaspheme the power of Magick. If it wasn't for Magick and its Forces, we won't be able to survive a measly 25 years. That is the problem with the people of some realms…they have completely forgotten the power of Magick, and therefore they do not live as long as the believers."
"All right, there is no need to get your airs up. It is just in my nature to question everything."
"And it is in my nature to answer."
Adrian looked at the sprightly lady standing in front of him…her skin was a buttery nut brown; a total contrast to his pearly white complexion. She had eyes that changed with the passing of the hour, tresses of auburn and lavender that gently caressed her spine, a natural sense of elegance that followed her like a shadow wherever she went; all that came from being a descendant of the Merwan, the People Of The Water. Indeed, she was in tune with the ebb and flow of the bodies of liquid; this witchly nymph harnessed her power to the fullest, using her inborn energy to produce fine Magick. Sometimes the inhabitants wondered if Asha used a glamour spell on herself; the answer to that mystery is something only Asha herself knows.
"So what brings you here, dear Adrian?"
"Can't a crafter come to visit a neighbour once in a while?"
"Oh no, there is no restriction…it is not like I placed a spell to pull you or repel…but is there a specific purpose?"
"Truthfully…there might be. I am not sure. I was making a few goblets yesterday, when suddenly through the flames I saw a dark horse and the sign of the Merwan. So I thought I should come here, because I thought you sent a message to me."
"Typical - one of the Fire gets messages through their element. But I did not send that message…"
"No? Then it could only be…"
"The dark horse…"
The pounding of hooves rattled the floor beneath them. Asha and Adrian spun around and saw a dark mist; the mist parted to reveal a rider decked in the shades of night, blending in with his vehicle - a steadfast stallion. The rider got off the horse and walked towards the two, letting his hood drop to reveal a fair face with piercing azure eyes and locks of gold; carved with the expression of deep seriousness.
"Good day, Darren," they greeted, as he took a seat next to them. Darren was a Protector; every day he would patrol the Legerdemain milieu, guarding it against possible danger. He had fought many battles in his life, with people of many realms; the thin scars on his skin were his only reminders. He thought his role as a sacrifice to Legerdemain; the place and the legend - it was told that Legerdemain was a great leader who defended his inhabitants through a great mind, spirit, and brilliance. Darren was convinced that the legends were true; some even considered him to be one of Legerdemain's incarnations. At this time, though, Darren was not out on a battle or a patrol; he had some serious business to do.
"I trust that you both received my message?"
"I had not the chance to check my notices; but Adrian did see a sign in the Flames and came here to tell me about it."
"Good…at least I got you both where I wanted you. Now listen; we have an important task up ahead. And you both are involved in it."
"Us? But how? I am merely a crafter, she a potion-maker…if it was just you, we would be able to comprehend."
"Ah, but our skills are much needed at this time…Asha, I hear that you have a record of astrological conjunctions with you?"
"Yes, Darren…indeed, I was just about to read it, before Adrian came to call. Shall I get it for you?"
"Please do. It is urgent."
Asha got up and retrieved the tome from the rest of the collection. It was a leather-bound hardback; on the cover was written in jade ink, "Ye Science Of Astrologie And Almanac Of Konjunctions." Dusty and going to pieces, this was a very old copy - even by Legerdemain's standards. Asha dusted the book clean and handed it over to Darren, who flipped through it and opened it on a page that read "Energie Recharges and Balances".
"Look here…according to this almanac, there should be a Unyversal Recharge sometime in the next few months. This Recharge only happens once every era; it is essential to ensure that the Realms receive enough energy to survive. Unfortunately, there has been an imbalance in one of the Realms, which can severely affect the other Realms."
"Which Realm is it? And how will it affect the rest?"
"I am not too sure which one…however, I do know that if there is an imbalance somewhere, the Recharge will not proceed smoothly, and some Realms will have too much energy while others will have too little. Too much and the Realm will explode; too little and the Realm will die."
"And what will happen then?"
"The Unyverse will suffer a great vacuum…it may throw itself completely. And then it might disappear."
"But that means…we will not exist anymore!"
"Exactly. The Unyverse is supposed to last for eternity; but something of this magnitude can halt its development."
All were quiet for a while, digesting this new-found information. Suddenly, a memory flashed through Asha's mind; this sounded all too familiar.
"Hold on for a minute - I've heard of this before," she exclaimed. "Something about a prophecy…let me check." She walked to a far section of the Study Room and came back with a small book, bound in wood with the words "Celestyne Prophecys Of The Realms" carved on the cover. She searched through the book, stopping on a page right in the middle. The words were fading, but they were still readable…or so Asha hoped.
"I knew it - there was a prophecy about it many eras ago," said Asha, reading through the text. "And then will come an Era where the Unyverse will go through a Recharge, but not like the other Eras will this Recharge be complete…the scales will be slanted, and the Energie will not be spread evenly…some may burn, some may freeze…it is up to The Protector, The Crafter, and The Witch to bring the scales back to balance…they will encounter a Page which will relay Information, and they will help the Page discover her History…and they will revive the Magician which will complete the Process…and the Unyverse will be Recharged, and all will be fine…but it is up to The Protector, The Crafter, The Witch and The Page…for without them the scales will be slanted and the Realms may die…History is not set in Stone, but it is written in the Stars and Kosmos, and Action must be taken for each Prophecy."
Darren and Adrian thought about the Prophecy…they had a realization.
"That prophecy's about us! But who's the Page?"
"You're right, Adrian. But the Page is not of our concern now. According to the Prophecy, we will encounter her later…if it is right, of course."
"I am pretty sure it is…my Merwan senses tell me so. What do we do now?"
"Well…what we need to do is find out which Realm is having the imbalance…"
"Then?"
"Then we go there and see if we can rebalance it. Legerdemain is one of the strongest, most powerful Realms, out there energy-wise…I am sure that with our combined energies and skills, we will be able to fix this imbalance before it gets out of hand. And fulfill the Prophecy."
Adrian was a little unsure. "How do we know which Realm is having the imbalance?"
"That's what I came here for," replied Darren. "Adrian, do you have your Scope with you?" Adrian nodded and gave him a long, shiny, silver rod…on both ends was a layer of crystal, designed to allow the user to view distances and places that he chose. It was one of his first creations…and one that he was very proud of.
Darren examined the Scope, unscrewing one of the crystal layers. "Hmm…this is good, very fine quality, but for our purpose we need to charge it a little," he commented. "Asha, could you get me some knotted weedlings and…a pinch of ground timorose please?" On command, Asha walked out of the Study Room and came back with two small pounches of Darren's requested ingredients. Darren placed a little of each item in the Scope and screwed the crystal layer back on, shaking it to make sure the herbs didn't leak out. He then closed his eyes, and held the Scope tightly…
"Al-visiona les Scopas borio la Realma la visita…la incantino el Realma al- tynage balancio nien…Paria Incantina! Paria Incantina! Paria Incantina! Noa!"
Darren was chanting in an ancient Legerdemain language…the words flowed through his melodic voice smoothly, as though he had been speaking that language his whole life. He slammed the Scope on the floor; immediately a ray of light burst through the crystal layers, flooding the room with its brightness. A vision of a green-blue sphere emerged…there were patches of grey and red; its aura was tattered in places. Darren immediately knew which Realm was having the imbalance.
"Asha, Adrian, our destination…Earth."
…more coming soon…