Chapter 4
"Why is Gramps getting on stage?" I wondered aloud to my friends. "He's no story teller." I paused, remembering the last time he had told a story. "In fact, he's kind of terrible at it." I watched as he made it onto the stage. He shook hands with the apprentice, then spoke briefly with the Eldest.
"Maybe he's just up there to talk to the Eldest?" Cid considered.
"Maybe..." I mused, but didn't continue. The Old Wizard had thumped his staff on the stage, making a boom that sounded far louder than was natural.
"Oops, I must be off, I'm supposed to be translating for one of the tribes. I do hope you enjoy the story young ones," Dichalea said before hurrying off.
The Old Wizard had raised his staff, green and brown smoke intertwined and billowing from its tip. The Eldest began dancing in traditional Native style. I could see his mouth move as he began to sing, too quietly for us to hear. Reaching down he picked up six hoops, spinning them around his arms. He danced and sang around the stage, all the smoke gathering around the hoops. Gramps began to speak, his voice clearly amplified by a spell.
"This story must start in days long past. In the days when the human race was still young. In deepest Faerie stood the Sacred Tree, immense beyond comprehension. Mountains it dwarfed, for it would have brushed the void had it stood on this Earth," The Old Wizard began.
The Eldest had reached the center of the stage. He stopped spinning the hoops and began casting them straight up into the air. He threw them together, one from each hand, so a pair of hoops flew up at the same pace. Three from each hand flew into the sky, one after another. As they rose, a pillar of brown smoke formed in their wake, the trunk of an enormous tree taking shape. When the two lead hoops reached their zenith, those following below knocked into them. The first two hoops flew in opposite parallel directions, trailing green and brown smoke as they went. The third pair hit the second, knocking them in opposite parallel directions from the first. It all happened so fast, I was astounded by the ancient shamans skill and agility. Four hoops were high in the air, trailing smoke as they soared horizontally towards the edges of the stage. The smoke writhed and twisted as it followed, the great trunk seeming to grow branches in front of our eyes. Now I was more awed by the display of magic. But the old men had only begun.
"Power was in it, much and to spare. Emitting from it to cover the land. A magic of life it gave off; an energy that nourished and urged all things to grow."
I watched as the third pair of hoops fell down through the great tree. As they did, the tree began to radiate with a warm light. The Eldest, now inside the illusory trunk, cast four more hoops to different sides of the stage, as if aiming for the four points of a compass. They flew out at the same time, so the old Shaman must be using magic to control them. A bright green pulse of light followed the hoops, like a ripple in a pond.
"Fey creatures who love nature were drawn to its life giving aura. One race it gave life, greater than all, powerful beings who love all things that grow." As the green pulse of light passed over the stage, large indistinct figures appeared near the tree. At the edge of the stage where the green pulse had ended; smaller figures appeared, but only around three sides. Those three hoops rose slightly, then zoomed back to the Eldest. The small figures followed; seeming to gather around the base of the tree, the larger figures already there towering over them.
"Above all, these powerful beings loved the trees. To them all trees are but echos of that which had given them life. Our world too they love, and all the plants that grow in it. They ventured here to our forests; helping them to grow, even thrive. But their peaceful days were not to last. For now the Sacred Tree is no more."
He thrust his staff at the remaining hoop near the stages edge. Thick black smoke gathered around the hoop, writhing like a living thing. It was really unsettling, giving me the impulse to squirm in my seat. When the writhing mass was fully formed—an imposing wall of churning darkness—the Eldest drew the hoop and the darkness towards him. At the same time, he cast another hoop to the opposite side. As the darkness rushed towards the great tree, the figures around it followed the second hoop away from the tree, appearing to flee. The black smoke smashed into the illusory trunk. When they collided, the tree burst apart, scattering like dust in the wind. The brown smoke gathered in a haze above the elderly mans head, the black smoke lingered around him.
"Lost it is now, to an ancient war of power long past. Those who depended on it forced to flee their home. Without it, they despaired. Its magic had sustained them, and now they were lost."
The Eldest was still dancing in place at the center of the stage. When Gramps stopped speaking I was just able to hear a bit of his ululating song. The black smoke was still churning around him. He flung a spinning hoop into the air—similar to the way you throw pizza dough—and the black smoke went with it, joining the haze above. As that hoop flew upwards, he drew in the hoop with the lost figures. The figures moved toward the elderly man, growing larger as they came. Then the first hoop came down—literally around the old man like a hula-hoop—bringing the brown smoke with it. When the smoke had settled, the figures appeared to be standing in a desolate brown landscape, devoid of any growing thing. Gramps began to spin his staff above his head, and the illusory figures dissolved. He kept twirling his staff, and more colored smoke issued from both ends. Red, blue, yellow and white joined the other colors, and all the smoke began to curl together into a large orb just above the Eldest's head.
"Our tree loving friends—called the Keepers of the forests by some—did not despair, for they knew much about our world. They ventured here often, and knew of a place of great power and safety. An immense valley, enclosed almost entirely by mountains."
The Old Wizard stilled his staff, the sphere of smoke still swirling above the Eldest in the center of the stage. The Eldest began to turn in place as he danced, casting hoops all around him. They traveled through the smoky sphere, disturbing it with their passage. When a hoop landed, it rebounded to the old man. He turned with perfect timing, catching each hoop as it returned. He would immediately toss it again, at a slightly different trajectory. Three circuits he made, and on the third an image formed in the orb of smoke above. It depicted a large valley, as if from a great height. Mountains enclosed three sides; a ridge spanned more than half the remaining side, leaving only one entrance into the valley. Blue lines and dots seemed to indicate rivers and lakes in its expanse, with green and yellow its forests and grasslands. But most of the land was dominated by white, as if deep in snow. It looked strangely familiar to me.
"The Keepers led all who would follow to this place, for it was a con-flux of power. Where the many rivers of power converged, the Keepers presented their last hope. For they had saved and brought with them a single seed of the Sacred Tree, and at this confluence it was sown."
The Old Wizard pointed his staff at the orb, a jet of light rushing from its tip to strike the image. Rivers of light began to snake across the valley. Each of them flowed in a meandering path from different angles; all crossing each other at the exact same point, near the center of the valley. Gramps held up his staff again, and what looked like a tiny star began to form at its end. He flicked this at the image, and it landed right where the rivers of light converged.
"The seed took root, fed by these rivers of power. As the Great Tree grew, as had its sire, it gave its own power back to the land."
The tiny star began to pulse with a green light, which spread out to bathe the land around it.
"All rejoiced and were renewed, for this magic meant life to them. Without it, they had begun to dwindle and fade. Even the valley itself came alive like never before. The very atmosphere changed, growing warmer, urging everything to grow."
The Eldest once again turned in a circle, flinging his hoops, but this time the image wasn't distorted. Instead, greens and yellows spread across the land as the white of the snow receded.
"So the valley and its new dwellers thrived over many centuries, but the Keepers were not content to remain idle. There were many forests to tend, and they knew them all well. Their hearts are always near to the forests of the Earth, and in their new Enchanted Forest their power was vast. To create portals to each was a simple task."
The Old Wizard began to whirl the tip of his staff at the image. As the ball of smoke began to churn, the Old Wizard stilled himself once more. The Eldest did three more hoop tossing circuits, and the image resolved. I felt my admiration for both these old men grow considerably, awed by their seamless coordination. When the image took shape; it appeared to be an over head view of the Americas, as if taken from a satellite. The tiny star was still visible, in the mountains to the north and west. Now I was getting really excited! I knew that place. That's where we were at that very moment, where the Sanctum is located. But Gramps wasn't done. He flicked his staff at the image. It began to spin slowly, like a globe. Many lines began to curve away from the tiny star that marked the Sanctum. Several of these lines connected it to different places in the Americas. The globe spun lazily, and soon Europe and Africa became visible. The lines kept going, and one by one plunged into different places. Each destination deep green as if covered by forest or jungle. Asia and Australia were next, and the remaining lines found their respective woods. When the globe like sphere returned to the Americas, the place I call home was connected by these lines to a myriad of places across the world.
"These portals they left open to travel through at their ease. For millennia there was peace. But the open portals oft drew in dark things. Evil creatures can't use the life magic that seeps through, but know those they prey upon are drawn to it."
Gramps drew his staff in a great arc above his head, and the globe smoothed and flattened out. It now looked like nothing so much as a big screen, like one seen at a movie theater. The Eldest was still singing and dancing as he moved to one end of the 'screen', where he began to fling his hoops through its length. I couldn't see the hoops, which were somehow traveling through the inside of the screen without disturbing the smoke that comprised it. Once again they rebounded back to him as they landed. He soon had several hoops going, not stopping as a new image appeared. The edge of a forest resolved in the smoke. An exaggerated outline framed the forest, obviously the portal. Then a dark figure appeared, looking like an old hag or something similar. It crept into the forest and disappeared. Then, the trees changed, as if with the passing of seasons. When it stopped, two children could be seen, and they too entered the forest.
"And so it was. For such magic fills mortals with a sense of unease, but too a deep yearning to know what lays beyond. The portals were seamless, and many a human traveled through them unknowing. Only those with Power can see them for what they are. Many mortals around the world have fallen prey to the creatures who wait, lurking just inside."
The image did not change. The children did not emerge.
"Many escaped such ensnarement however, returning to their own lands to tell their tale."
The children burst from the trees, running away as fast as their little legs could carry them.
"Two people, one thousand four hundred years ago, chose to stay. I know some of their tale, and what I know of it, now I will tell."
He slashed his staff at the screen, the image changing back to that of swirling smoke. But the Eldest had never stopped tossing his rings, so the screen swiftly resolved once more. A new forest came into view, the portal framing it clearly seen. A woman dressed in ancient Native American garb entered the portal, our view point following behind her.
"Through a portal in her peoples sacred woods she came. Koko was her name. A powerful shaman was she, second in power only to one among her people. Jealous she was, for her rival was but a child. A prodigy, and blessed with a rare gift. It is believed this jealousy drove her through the portal, seeking greater power. Once through the portal, her deeds were closely watched. For if you are in the Enchanted Forest, the Wood Elves know, and are watching you. You will never see them, but they are there. It is their place as much as the Keepers, and they cannot leave its borders. Immortal beings they are, and they cannot tell a lie. From them I learned some of her deeds. From one who had seen."
Our perspective continued after Koko, following her from a distance as she traveled a rough path through the forest. I couldn't see anything resembling a Wood Elf anywhere. And I had actually seen one before—I quickly stopped my train of thought from traveling down that road. I did not want to remember again what I had Seen that day. Gramps was speaking again, and I returned my full attention to the story.
"Be it coincidence or fate, a meeting occurred in the forest one day. For Koko was not the only person there searching for greater power. In lands far to the East; beyond the vast ocean, another woman—a fell sorceress—stumbled into a portal of her own. The power beyond could not be denied or ignored."
As we followed Koko, a woman of European descent appeared. Cautiously they approached each other.
"Theomacha she named herself; and though her guise was fair to look upon, her heart was as black as the void. The two could not speak through words, but they spent many days together and that barrier was soon overcome. They left one day, and together traveled through the portal to the lands of Theomacha's people."
The scene sped up as we quickly followed them through the forest, a journey that seemed to take days. They reached a portal and traveled through.
"Nothing can I find of what happened while they were gone. But many terrible unexplained deeds were done in those days. One year after they had departed, they returned again through the portal. This time they came on horseback, leading a group of many armored men."
I watched as the two women emerged from the portal riding nimble steeds. Wreathed and hooded in long black cloaks, they trotted quickly through, leading a group of mounted soldiers. Their armor gleamed in the rays of sunlight that drifted in through the thick canopy.
"They quickly made their winding way through the forest, passing through it as swiftly as they could. They came to the border of the forest, and the river that marks it. The magic of the Great Tree can not cross the wide flowing river, so there the Enchanted Forest ends."
The scene sped up as we raced to the river. It came into focus and we followed the mounted throng as they traveled beside it. They reached a shallow ford and crossed it, leaving the magical woods to enter the lands beyond. The Old Wizard slashed once more at the screen, the image swirled.
"We know nothing of their journey North, but we do know they traveled to the outermost corner of the valley. As far from the Enchanted Forest and those who dwell in it as they could reach. For they knew many powerful creatures reside in its borders. They did not wish to test their power against them until the time was right. Many and more creatures of both worlds had come to dwell in all parts of the valley, for humans seldom come here. Alas for the dwellers living nearby, the two women enslaved whatever fae creatures they could find. Some of these have great talent for building and craft, and those were forced to build for them a vast tower fortress."
On stage, the Eldest was still tossing and catching his hoops, never missing a beat. Dancing in place and singing the whole time too. I couldn't believe his stamina, his absolute concentration as he manipulated the smoke. I assumed Gramps was assisting him somehow, maybe keeping the smoke from blowing away? But it was still a feat I'd never seen equaled. I realized his song and dance must be part of an intricate incantation, the hoops his focus items. It was astounding. It was almost as good as watching a movie. I hadn't been able to do that for years. Maybe I should petition the Village to build a drive-in style theater...
I returned my focus to the ensorcelled smoke screen. It now portrayed a vast stone foundation, still early in its construction. Many creatures milled around it, bug sized from our far off view. Gramps made a smaller slash with his staff and the image swirled again. It immediately resolved, the construction now further along. Stone walls were beginning to take shape; a circular tower beginning to rise at its center. Gramps slashed again, and as the image resolved for the third time, a hulking fortress could be seen. High thick walls surrounded the fortress.. Looming in its center was a dark crenelated tower.
"We learned what happened next from a madwoman. Fleeing as if for her life, she had been broken by what she had seen. With great effort, the men who found her were able to unravel her tale. From their new stronghold, Theomacha and Koko spent the next decade amassing great power. They summoned demons and powerful dark spirits. They gathered an army. Somehow, they created a portal of their own, though its nature was dark. Through it they could travel to Theomacha's homeland. Using it, they brought back many men. They conquered the minds of these men, twisting their bodies. Tools were all they desired. Weapons to be used towards their ultimate purpose."
On screen, the looming tower grew darker still. All manner of twisted things crawled about it. Shadows seemed to twist around it, or emanate from it. It was entirely too creepy, and again I felt the urge to squirm in my seat. I gave in this time, hugging my arms to my chest.
"The two warlocks seemingly worked together in all things. But as it always is with such people, both secretly plotted to betray the other. Eventually, one succeeded. To Theomacha's horror, Koko had kept the knowledge of her most evil ritual to herself. Rituals long since forbidden by her people, their use an affront to the very laws of nature. Skadegamutc!" the Old Wizard bellowed the name to the sky.
The terrible tower on screen became even more so, exploding in a horrific display. It became a hideously surreal tableaux, mind bending in its twisted depravity. Everyone around gasped loudly, and I covered my eyes for a moment. God, I thought, the Eldest must have some kind of sick sense of humor. That was an image that could give a person nightmares.
"None should speak that name again. Twice in one day is once more than is wise. To become this thing, Koko had to die. Theomacha—attempting her own betrayal—struck her down. But Koko's spirit did not depart. Instead she had prepared, using her dark illicit rituals. She could return to her body, more powerful than before. With this change would come many weaknesses, and that she could not abide. Her spirit did not return to her body forthwith. She used the knowledge she had gained from Theomacha, turning on the powerful dark spirits they had gathered. She devoured them all. Now brimming with evil energies, she returned to her body. Exploding with power; she became an Immortal, spirit and flesh sewn together by a thread of pure evil. Theomacha ran, half mad in her terror."
A tiny figure could now be seen fleeing the tower keep. Gramps slashed his staff and the image blurred.
"Somehow she made it back through the Enchanted Forest, to the portal that led to her home. Two men found her there, a raving madwoman."
The scene now taking shape was of two men standing outside a forest. Grand they appeared. One in full plate armor; broadsword sheathed at his hip, a knights shield on his back. His companion wore intricate armored robes; two small rune covered battle axes rode his hips, a long slender staff in his hand. Theomacha lay before them. Her clothes were tatters, her hair a matted mess filled with twigs and leaves. Filthy and bedraggled, her fair guise was gone. Now she was nothing but a wretched old hag. Gramps scattered the image.
"These two men had been searching for her, for she was known for her evil ways. One had long suspected she was behind the ill deeds that had befallen his people in recent years. Long they questioned her, and through her madness finally extracted the tale. It was far worse than they had feared. With Its portal, the Thing-that-was-once-called-Koko could strike their lands at Its leisure. With Its power, It was a foe few would wish to stand against. Our brave heroes, Galahad and Menw, were no normal men. Both were skilled at arms, Sir Galahad exceptionally so. But Menw was also a powerful wizard, an enchanted knight. Renowned in their lands for their honor and great deeds, they would not leave such a dread foe to threaten their backs. Determined, they gathered what knights and man-at-arms as could be spared. They returned nearly a year later, and ventured beyond the portal to meet their enemy."
Twelve more knights appeared with Galahad and Menw; all mounted, a hundred heavy cavalryman behind them. The forest and portal lay before them, and they entered as we followed behind.
"On the other side they were dismayed. The forest was vast, and they knew not the way. Menw could feel an evil presence, but not its source. Then, something happened that had never happened before. The Wood Elves revealed themselves, and spoke to the men."
Vague peoples emerged from the forest, shorter and slighter than a man. They approached the group and hailed them.
"Wood Elves can perceive the hearts of men, so knew these to be true of mind and deed. They came to the men with an urgent request, for they had just received word that the evil in the valley was attacking a distant village. Far in the northeast of the Enchanted Forest it lay, their furthest stronghold and least protected. A host was being gathered even now to counter the enemy, but time was pressing. Galahad and Menw agreed, for to meet this foe was already their desire. With the host of the forest on their side, they even began to believe that they could succeed. With the Elves, they traveled to meet the forest council, and the host gathering nearby."
The picture began to move rapidly as we accompanied the traveling group, like it had been set to fast forward. It slowed again as they arrived.
"Wonder after wonder greeted them upon their arrival. For there were many creatures and beings in the forest unknown to them, and none so great as the Keepers themselves. Many strange gods were present as well, from lands to the south. These gods had only recently arrived, and were deep in council with the Keepers and other dwellers of the forest."
The two men approached the council, leaving their retinue behind. The powerful beings were gathered inside a large circular glade; the branches of the trees surrounding it intricately intertwined, and curved high above a mans head to form a roof. Even from the outside I could tell it was a grand place. Of the powerful beings I could see little. Only vague forms and reflections of light seen through the huge arched entrance into the glade. The men did not enter, but stopped near the entrance.
"Galahad and Menw learned that the dwellers had just agreed, the valley must be sealed off. They could not allow any more evil to enter and threaten their peace. All the gods, nature spirits, and other beings of great power would devote themselves to this task to protect their home and peoples. The Keepers would close their portals forever. The southern gods would use their power and block all the Ways through the Spirit World. Nature spirits would devote their essence to ward the surrounding mountains, preventing all but the most powerful from breaking through. Other powerful creatures would prevent entry over the mountains in their own ways. By their sacrifice, only one gap in the mountains would provide access to the valley. It was as secure as they could make it."
From the glade, beams of light shone in all directions, as the gods and spirits set to their tasks. Massive creatures spilled forth as well; some lumbering away, others soaring into the air.
"After our hero's told the remaining council Theomacha's tale, they joined the nearby host. This was a host the likes of which neither man had ever witnessed, and these two were no strangers to battle. Beasts there were, alongside unknown but powerful creatures. But it was the Wood Elves who made up the greatest portion. For though they love peace, they are very capable and accomplished warriors. Greatest of their number was Glenridell. He was their lord, and led the forest host. Only one Keeper joined, for few of their folk desire combat."
We saw Galahad, Menw and their men join the host. It was a vague green mass, many creatures and slight forms barely visible among hulking shapes. It was a large group, and a lot was going on, so I guessed the Eldest couldn't show the forest host in more detail. It was enough to get the point across though. It certainly looked like a formidable army, low-res or not.
"Time was not on our forces side, so those Keepers present not joining the battle opened a portal to a place near the Elven village. The forest host set out, traveling through it, and the Keepers closed the portal behind them. Soon battle commenced."
We followed the mighty host through the portal. We could see a large wooden fortress some small way in the distance, though it too was lacking detail. Fuzzy towers could be seen on the four corners of fuzzy walls, an unnaturally large tree standing in its center. The enemy was a nebulous churning black mass encircling the fortress. Looked like the Eldest wasn't going to show the enemy in much detail either. Again I could feel what it represented. Its menace was palpable.
"Our host arrived and met the foe, which was far greater than they had imagined. They arrived in time, for though lightly held, the villages of the Wood Elves are fortresses unto themselves. The battle lasted long, and though they fought valiantly, it was soon clear the forest host would not prevail."
The black throng left the fortress, smashing into the forest host. Their numbers were immense, and eventually our host was surrounded. One shadow among the enemy cut through all that stood in its way, seeming to devour portions of the forest army.
"None could stand against the Thing-that-was-once-called-Koko. All seemed surely lost, the last remnants of the forest host trapped in a single knot of combat. They had been set upon from all sides, when their salvation finally reached them. Thirteen men and women came to their aid, all powerful in the working of magic."
Thirteen figures appeared, dressed in ancient Native American garb, led by a tall striking young woman. The Eldest portrayed these people in far greater detail than the two battling armies. They attacked the black horde; their spells blasting into the enemy, carving vast swaths in their amorphous ranks. A portion of the enemy army broke and scattered like vapor, and to my amazement, so did the dark shadow that couldn't be stopped. It glided straight towards the Wood Elves village. This seemed strange to me; most of the black swarm remained, holding the forest host at bay.
"This managed to tip the battle just enough, and a last desperate effort was made. Their only hope was to slay the Immortal leader of their foe. Yet no weapons could touch It, no magic could pierce Its defense. But to their astonishment, It turned and fled the battle. Then the Wood Elves despaired, for now they saw it was heading toward their village. Still hope remained. The greatest of the thirteen newcomers reached the group, bringing valuable knowledge. The only way to defeat the abomination. Fire was its one true bane, only with it could this Immortal be slain. Taking this knowledge to heart, Glenridell took up his mighty longbow, fitting arrow to string. The Immortal thing had reached the mighty gates of the village—smashing through as if they were paper—and made for the tree at its center. Glenridell let fly his arrow. The distance was far, but Wood Elves are unrivaled with the bow. The Creature did not fear such weapons, and turned its back on such a trifle. In its hand it held something, a thing not of this world. This thing had been further twisted by dark and evil magics, causing it to become even more terrible still. The Immortal began to plunge this terrible thing towards the giant tree that grew in the center of the village. This tree was of the line of the Sacred Tree, grown from a seed of its lesser but still Great successor that lives at the heart of this valley. Now Its ultimate purpose was known. To corrupt one of the magic trees, a source of power in this Enchanted Forest."
The picture zoomed in; our perspective changing to a view over Glenridell's shoulder, looking past his profile towards the Wood Elf village and the smashed gate that faced us. His slight form was still indistinct, but it must be Glenridell. He held a huge bow in hand and had begun to notch an arrow to the string. With a fluid motion, he drew and let loose. We flew along with the arrow, growing near enough to watch the shadowy Thing-that-was-once-called-Koko turn its back and raise its arm, a deep darkness emanating from her hand.
"Before the arrow reached its mark, Glenridell cried out. He roared the name of his peoples most beloved star, and as he did, his arrow burst into flame. It struck the Immortal, and It laughed."
As we followed the arrow, it became a streaking line of white hot flame, piercing the Shadow through Its back, directly where Its heart should be. The blow interrupted the things plunging hand and It staggered. It threw back its hooded head, convulsing as if with howls of laughter. But it suddenly jerked to a stop, straightening.
"It laughed, for It had taken precautions to protect Itself from fire. It did not fear the flames anymore than the arrows metal tip. But It was mistaken, for this was no ordinary fire. Star Fire burns hottest of all, and no evil can withstand it. It screamed as It burned, but It had one trick left up Its wicked sleeve."
The white hot flame had begun to spread across the shadows body, its agony apparent. It clutched onto the hideous dark thing it had intended to use to corrupt the magic tree. Using both hands, It raised the abominable thing above its head.
"Though Its Immortality was even then burning away, and It was already dead, one more option remained. Its death curse It used then, for It had once been mortal. The dark thing It held—like an evil seed from outside our world—was Its focus. Combining Its remaining power with the unnatural energies from this seed of corruption; It shouted one word as It died, pouring every bit of the combined power It had gathered into Its final word. 'Darkness!' It screamed, Its voice a terrible screech. And it was so."
Darkness spread from the creature, and our view zoomed back to the forest host. From there we could see the darkness—like a living mass—creeping towards them. Anything it touched turned to black, and red eyes began to gleam in shadowy faces as it passed. I watched in horror as it drew nearer to our heroes, like a wave of evil corruption unfurling to smother them.
"But it was not our heroes fate to perish that day. Galahad and Menw stood near each other as the darkness approached, and with them was the leader of the thirteen. The Keeper who had joined the fray was nearby as well, and he quickly sprang into action. With remarkable speed he opened a portal, one to the place closest his heart. But weary as he was from the battle, he could only manage a small portal as the darkness swept towards them. With no time to spare, he reached for the three humans—the only people within easy reach—and thrust them through the portal to safety. It closed behind them, and the battle was done. The enemy had been slain, but at what cost?"
The screen was overwhelmed by the wave of darkness, then it burst apart. The smoke drifted free, finally allowed to waft away on the light breeze. The Eldest had stopped tossing his hoops. No longer dancing, he caught each as it rebounded to him, unsteady on his feet now. I hadn't seen his apprentice creep onto the stage, preoccupied with the show as I had been, but he was there at the elderly mans side to steady him. He gave him a cup of some refreshment, setting a stool beneath him so he could rest. A roar of applause, stomping feet and shouts went up for the Eldest, making my ears ring. He had earned all of them and more in my opinion. Gramps waited for a while; letting the praise carry on, then held up his hand for silence. The crowed hushed and he resumed.
"Unfortunately, the cost was high. Everything the darkness had touched was forever corrupted. Hundreds of Wood Elves were caught in it, but they are not Wood Elves any longer. Dark Elves were born that day, their hearts filled with evil as once they had been filled with goodness. Even noble Glenridell was not to be spared. Not even the Keeper who saved our heroes escaped this fate. But far worse than these losses, was the lose of the magic tree. For it is a source of power, and in its corrupted state, it has never ceased in spreading its vile contagion. Since then, the darkness has spread far. Today, it dominates the greatest part of the northeastern forest here in this valley. Even now; those in the Enchanted Forest fight to defend the border, driving it back where ever they can. Two more people swore to protect this valley, long ago on that fateful day. So we must return to our three heroes, cast into the portal."
"They were still inside the borders of the Enchanted Forest. In fact; they were at its very center, where all the hearts of the Keepers reside. They had already seen countless wonders that day, but this one was no less for all those. The Great Tree stood before them, so mighty they seemed as ants beneath it. Unlike any tree upon this Earth, even the magic trees that are of its line cannot compare to its grandeur. It soars into the heavens, and its canopy stretches across the sky for a kilometer and more. They stood beneath its majesty, and soon they were approached.
"Many Keepers came to them, for they knew of the battle and wished for tidings. They quailed at the terrible news, but they were never without hope. All the Keepers made a pledge that day—to honor their fallen kin. They would all train in the ways of combat, as he had, so as to protect their home from this new evil. Our three heroes, wanting to help in anyway they could, joined council with the Keepers. No language divided them, for fae folk speak and understand all. Galahad was eager to return home to his king, but Menw desired to stay. To his delight, the young woman shared his wish. For to him she was the fairest maid in all the wide corners of the Earth. Her desire to protect the valley was great. Her people had only just arrived here to find a new safe place to call home. For she was Kanti, savior of the tribes, as I'm sure you have already surmised.
"During the council, the Keepers shared their greatest fear. That mortals with evil intent would enter the valley, for one path remained to them. To the west, a gap in the mountains provided entry over land. To guard this entrance was the perfect task for our heroes, and in doing it they would be near the Enchanted Forest. They knew their help would surely be needed to fight the corruption in the days to come. With a common goal, and a growing desire, Kanti and Menw pledged to protect the valley—the Sanctum—together until the end of their days. For it seemed Menw's feelings were requited, for she had seen his power and bravery in battle. He was young and strong; exotic to her eyes, as was she to him. A bond they pledged to each other that day, and the Keepers gathered around them. They brought to them a fruit, the rarest of all. It was from the Great Tree, filled with power and potential. The Keepers blessed it; giving it to Menw and Kanti, who took it as one. They lifted it and together they bit, its power and blessing taking root inside them. The Keepers spoke, and with their words sealed the blessing.
"Guardian, protect this Sanctum from mortal hands. Occlude the entrance and let no evil past. Stay true to this task; and so long as you call this Sanctum your home, this blessing will forever endure. Persist in your pledge, and your line shall last till the end of days. So long as both mother and father share the true gift of magic, never shall a generation pass that a child of your blood is born with its lack. Do not slumber in your duties, though the centuries pass, for our enemies surely will not.
"So blessed, our love crossed pair took their leave, with many promises from the dwellers of the forest to send aid to the valley entrance. Menw had told them of his plan to erect a mighty wall to seal it off. The dwellers assured him that with their skills, it would be a simple task. Galahad planned to journey home at once, but promised to return soon with what wizards he could gather. Menw beseeched Galahad to bring his friend, and the leader of his Order, for his skill at wards was far beyond any other. With these promises made, Menw and Kanti traveled to the southern lands. There they were joined before her people, and celebrated for many days. Then they made another long journey, to the valleys entrance, to begin their duty.
"Awaiting them there were many of the dwellers, construction of the wall already underway. For among them were those who are peerless in the working of stone. Leaving this task in the dwellers capable hands, they traveled to the east. They wished their home to be nearer the Enchanted Forest. Some dwellers had journeyed with them, and built for them a massive estate in the style of Menw's people. They spent some time here together, until one day Galahad returned. With him were eleven mighty wizards of Menw's Order. To his exultation, the leader of his Order was among them. Merlin it was, greatest and most renowned of all wizards. Together the twelve journeyed to the wall, joined by Kanti and Galahad. Reaching the wall—now complete and imposing in its majesty—the twelve wizards joined their power together. Kanti joined as well, making their number thirteen. With their powers combined, Merlin led them along the wall, binding powerful wards deep into its stones. When they finished, a nearly impenetrable barrier lay before them. It was almost as secure as the powerfully warded mountains themselves. Their task done, they returned to their estate. Menw's kinsmen soon departed for their own homeland, and the Keepers closed the portal behind them, never to open one again.
"Here my tale ends, though to me it is no mere story. For over one thousand four hundred years has my family passed this knowledge down. So, now you know of the hosts final stand. And the true history of the Sanctum, and my family, the Guardians," the Old Wizard ended with a deep bow. A hush followed. I could just hear a nearby interpreter as they finished the end of the tale. I clamped my hands over my ears, anticipating the roar that erupted from the crowd. Since I couldn't use my hands, I started stomping to show my appreciation. I just didn't want my eardrums to explode.
My friends began talking quickly, exclaiming over the story. In their excitement, they were all talking over one another and I couldn't make out what any one of them was saying. My mind was still too full of the story. I had never heard it before, except the blessing. Everything my ancestors had been through was simply incredible. Traveling through a strange portal to distant unknown lands? Joining the fight to slay a foe of epic proportion. It was nice to know that the skadagagoochi or whatever was gone, but it was still creeping me out knowing Dark Elves and some messed up evil corruption were only so many kilometers away. Would I have to fight them some day? Then I imagined dark shadowy creatures escaping the forest and attacking my family. My aunts and uncles. My cousins, big and little. My mom. My dad. My little sisters... I clenched my fists. There was no way those evil bastards were laying their filthy contaminated mitts on my loved ones! I would journey deep into the corrupted lands and knock down their infected tree with my own bare hands if I had too! I was nearly trembling, and I tried to calm myself. As I calmed, I began to realize how naive I was being. How could I fight those things? My raw power is on the wimpy side, always has been. The only magic I'm really good at is enchanting. How is that going to help me slay powerful beings corrupted to be evil? How could I possibly live up to my ancestors, who were far beyond me in bravery and power?
"Hello kids, I hope you enjoyed my story?" Gramps said, making it a question. I'd been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't noticed he'd left the stage.
"Holy yes, that was amaz—" gushed Malia.
"Is it really all tru—" Remi said at the same time. They both stopped talking to let the other speak, but neither resumed.
Cid just stared at the Old Wizard, a look of awe on his face.
"It was," I began as I pulled my thoughts back together. I cleared my throat. "It was a really great story Gramps. I didn't know you had it in you," I said with a weak smile. It warmed a bit as I continued. "Thanks for telling it to us. It means a lot to me." He squeezed my shoulder, and gave me a reassuring smile. I leaned against him, savoring his warmth and the sense of security his presence offered me.
"Of course, my dear. It was time for you to know," the Old Wizard said.
"So what are the Keepers, Headmaster? You never said. Its kind of anno—" Remi said, but Gramps cut him off.
"I realize you are all quite excited, and you obviously have many questions for me. But it is getting late. Time for you young ones to be headed for bed. Plenty of time for questions on the morrow. And if I'm not mistaken, two of you have a big day ahead of you." He looked to Cid, then to me. "You are still planning on testing your fathers new contraption, are you not Elizabeth?"
Uhhg, I had almost forgotten. I'd promised Pops too, I couldn't back out of it. "Yeah," I said. "You still down for a ride tomorrow Cid?" I asked him.
"Definitely, sounds like a lot of fun. We're still stopping at Peeps and his Crews headquarters on the way, right?"
"Oh yeah, of course," I said, but I'd forgotten that too. At least it was a pleasant surprise this time. The HQ was always a blast.
"Its settled then," the Old Wizard said. "Now off to bed. Remi, follow Cid, he knows the way to the men's dorms. Malia, you go with Elizabeth. Have a good rest now, and delightful dreams to you all." And he swept off.
After saying our goodbyes to Chase, Peeps and his crew, we all left, returning to the jeep to grab our travel bags. Malia and I headed off for the women's dormitory, and after using the facilities and changing into PJ's, I immediately plopped down on an open bed. I wished Malia good night, and buried my head in the overstuffed feather pillow. I quickly drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the dancing and the mental overload the stories had caused.
Gramps wish for delightful dreams did not come true. The only dreams we had that night were bad. I woke up screaming.