The Gods Pugna - So it begins
AN: I hope everyone who has read this would have enjoyed chapter 1 and here is chapter 2. I might warn everyone here that even though this might bring you boredom; it's still the beginning with major info!
Now please enjoy!
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Hello Joren. He spins round and sees no one.
"Who is it? What do you wasn't again?" He looked around him frantically for signs of life. His anger surfacing.
I need your trust and faith. You are needed soon. I am to guide you also stop looking around you. You won't be able to see me!
"Why? Why should I believe you?" Joren listened carefully. He heard footsteps coming his way from the mess hall. He panicked so he leant on the wall as if he looks like he is waiting for someone. The footsteps are coming closer then it ceased. Joren looked up and saw what he half expected it would be.
"Good Afternoon, Kel" he stood up with elegant grace "I'll see you later." He turned and headed for his room.
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Its pitch black and cold chills filled the area, Joren rubbed where his arms are supposed to be. He squinted into the air trying to make out anything but darkness.
"Good evening Joren," said the feminine voice. A moonlight glow shone from no where, the faint light burned in Joren's eyes and he saw he was surrounded by tall and huge icebergs circling frozen ice which he has now stood. A fog hung around a little but soon gathered up to form a tall woman with very pale skin and long silver hair that the ends skims the ice. Her figure almost making her looks angelic.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" he demanded forgetting his manners he was trained to do.
"My son, I'm very disappointed about your attitude." She said with a hint of sarcasm. "Well I'm Shineal and I thought I would bring you here so I can talk to you in private." A smile played on her lips making her seem mischievous.
"Yes, this place is very private. We are in the middle of frozen water and surrounded by icebergs like anyone will disturb us. What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you about a few things that disturb your mind."
"Like of course you know what disturbs my mind. What are you a goddess or something?"
"In a matter of fact I am, and I would be happier if I was respected like one." Shineal smiled again even more mischievous. Joren felt a bolt of realisation of which he is talking to; he bowed low.
"May I ask for your forgiveness my lady?"
"How is your squire training?"
"I'm doing fine and I am doing much better than other squires."
"You are speaking lies my son. Knighthood is more important to you than you actually know. You aren't doing well in your studies and slowly you are falling behind. But I want you to keep up with all the other squires or even better; best most of them. I hope that isn't a strong demand?" Joren couldn't speak for some reason; he's always the best at talking whether it's arguing or just a little chatting up. This goddess has got a force of power over him. 'A demand' she said, he isn't absorbing any of this conversation and he can't understand it al all. Why would a goddess involve herself with a normal squire like him? His vain conscious said because of his looks, he ignored that reason.
"I'm sure I can keep up with your standards my lady." He smirked, "Though I must say honestly, my tardiness will hold me down." Shineal sighed, she have no idea how to prove to this child how much he is needed in the future. Why does she visions of the future? It frustrates her so much lately. Maybe showing him one of her visions is the only way.
"Joren I can't show you evidence why I'm asking you to do this." She said warily, "but I do hope you can trust me for my predictions must be correct. Not only do I depend on you but the realms depend on you."
Joren just stared blankly at her, not understanding whatever she is talking about. Every minute of this encounter, he would relate this event to insanity more and more. Shineal sighed; this boy is incredibly hopeless! It might take years till he gets the most important thing through his head. To get the little yet so important word through him was to show him.
"Joren I'm going to show you a vision, so will you please stand still. But please breathe normally it might have effects when it comes but it will be fine." She said with a hint of warning.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the things she has seen in her dreams. She could feel her powers sparkling like crystal inside her. She breathed out her magic with the visions, as if it was dust in the air. Slowly Joren inhaled the magic, for moments there was no effect but a little tickling sensation.
As if a hammer has come in contact with Joren's head, his eyes didn't see ice anymore. But a dark red sky in the colour of blood, under it was millions of troops of men. Not peaceful gentlemen but big men in heavy black metal armours and held in their hands a long black piece of bent metal which gives fast and exploding bullets of fire with the sound of thunder. Cries of bloody war ringed in Joren's ears; which was more or less related to a storm in the mountains.
In a flash came another vision. From the Nothing's lands, where the clouds have gathered as spectators; a hole in the middle of the clouds opened pouring in rays of bright sunlight. Everything in nature the rays have touched, it turned healthy and rich and young. Soon the clouds parted from this performance, allowing light spread even further.
Another scene came across Joren's eyes. In a hollow, dark cave are two lovers holding onto each other in an endless and breathless sleep. Both wore travelling clothes with dark brown stains on them. He couldn't make out their faces but he could tell they fought a hard fight together. How mushy! He thought.The next thing he knew, Shineal stared at him like all the fear and seriousness ever known is piercing through him.
"You might not understand those images now but later on you'll see." She looked down to her right hand which is wearing a visible bracelet made from long thin pearls. She muttered some words, gradually to Joren's eyes everywhere is getting darker; it went so dark that he could only see Shineal glowing like the moon in the night sky.
"I think our talk has come to an end, I will return to see you. But for now study and work harder, your aim now is to become an outstanding knight. Do not disappoint me."
"I won't my lady." He kissed her hand, feeling weird energy jolt through his body. She stepped away, shaking her head to clear it.
"Fare well. And gods all bless Joren of Stone Mountain" The Goddess raised her hand to Joren a last time, and everything went pitch black. The way it used to be.
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Joren woke up in the middle of the night feeling cold; he had a strange dream of a conversation with a Goddess. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that it was real. He tried getting back to sleep, but every time he tried; a scene from the dream would flash across his mind. By the time he actually got to sleep it was almost dawn. The first ray of day light shone on his almost eyes. Finally he gave up on rest.
"Stupid damn dream!" He shouted in frustration. He hesitated and got ready for another hard working day.
One year later:
Joren panted, he's tired, very tired from five laps around the palace and a thousand press-ups. In the last year, his fighting skill has improved. He's matured, and became more independent. He's working so hard that he doesn't realise what people say or react about him. Even Sir Paxton says his attitude has improved ever so slightly. Sir Paxton and him have been everywhere in Tortall, from the northern mountains, to the hot south deserts.
He was running across one of the many courtyards, which have some thick bushes and trees at one wall. He almost got to the other side when he heard some voices behind the thick greens.
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