THE DARK MAGICIAN,
ROHAN
Author's Note: Hey, readers. I'm back. Sorry I was away for so long, but I've been busy with things like work family blah! Anyway, just to show you that I haven't streight up and stopped writing, this is a preview of the next chapter of The Dark Magician, Rohan. I truly have no information on when it will be complete, but I hope you like what you read here for now. Thanks, and sorry again. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
In order to reach the city of Yur, Rohan, Celeste and Celtian needed to pass through Corstress Pass. Corstress Pass was a narrow passage through the Corstress Mountains that opened up into a valley hidden among the mountains, the Valley of Yura. The passage itself was not hard to navigate, but due to the lack of room, and the fact that it was the only entrance to the valley by land, it would be impossible to invade from land without sending soldiers, and no large artillery, single-file into the valley, which of course would only end in the loss of all of one's infantry.
Corstress Pass was not anything more than you would expect from any usual ravine. The ground was covered in moss, and several large stones were present in the soil. The only way that the pass truly differentiated from any other natural land mass was its resemblance to a stairwell. One upheaval lead to another, and then another, and then another, each one rising at least twelve feet over the other.
Rohan and Celeste simply Drifted up and over each upheaval as Celtian made his way with a series of wall-jumps, wall-runs and flips. It did come to a point, however, when the distance between Celtian and his friends became acknowledgeable, and he addressed the two magicians. "Hey!" shouted the Elf, and the two Dark Magicians turned to face him.
Celtian walked toward Rohan and Celeste, both still levitating, and looked up at them with his usual, stern look.
"You two think you could slow down?" he asked, "I'm not as fast as you magicians, you know? I have to actually use my feet to get around."
"Oh, sorry," answered Celeste.
"Yeah, we'll slow down," added, Rohan.
"The way you're moving, you'd think those orders said ASAP," replied Celtian.
"Well," began Rohan, "Can you blame me for wanting to make good time?"
"Whatever," answered the blonde swordsman, "I've caught up, so let's get moving."
The two magicians answered in unison, "Right," and the three continued onto the Valley of Yura, and then to the city of Yur.
Yur was more of a fortress than an actual city. It was surrounded by thousands of tall Pine trees and was located in the center of the valley. It was enclosed in massive walls that looked as if the steel used to make them was melded together to construct them. This made it impossible for the common man to scale these walls, and even if they could, they would have to contend with the enormous razors that lined the top of the walls.
Rohan, Celeste, and Celtian reached the front gate, and Rohan called out to the unseen gatekeeper.
"We come from the Temple of Sages," he began, "Permission to enter?"
"Granted," answered the gatekeeper, and the black doors creaked loudly as they slowly opened up to reveal the inside of the city of Yur.
It was no surprise that Yur was also known as the Gray City. Massive, all of its buildings, even its structure of authority was made only of stone and steel. Huge stacks spouted whole clouds of smoke that darkened the sky. A spell had to be cast just to keep the trees alive in the surrounding forest.
As Rohan, Celeste and Celtian walked through the doors into the Gray City, they had to make there way through the soldier's camp, based at the front gates. The soldiers, by far the least accommodated of all of Yur's citizens, lived in simply constructed tents, barely spacious enough for one person, and they were only allowed to eat whatever was being cooked in one, gigantic pot, managed by a very tall, very gray, and very obese Orc. This pot was hardly ever cleaned, and sometimes would even be rusted over. Some believed that Yur's soldiers were hardened solely by the food they were forced to eat.
As the gates were shut behind the three, Celtian was stopped when he heard his name shouted in a very aggressive manner. The elf looked over to his left to see a red-haired, black-eyed elf, his hair tied back in a ponytail, and his armor greatly resembling Celtian's, stomp out of his tent, his left hand gripping the handle of his sheathed sword.
"What are you doing here, Celtian?!" shouted the elf, his eyes blazing with anger, "I thought you were banished!"
"Nice to see you, too, Niltiss," responded Celtian.
"Don't give me that!" snapped Niltiss, "Don't think I've forgiven you for what you've done!"