helping me find my way. And I believe
you have no home from what you told me on the ride here.”
“We could
stay here, though, right?” said Christian.
“Christian
is right. This place is protected. Nothing can get in. You heard
the man.”
“Older men
have a thing about exaggerating. The older you get, the deeper the
tales. It works in reverse for some, but not many on this world;
probably a symptom of getting bored with their ageing lives.”
“”There is
no valid reason to go, except guiding you back,” said Christian.
“And you don’t even need us for that. You can starport back
whenever you want.”
“You’re
both my concern now. I don’t think I could leave you. Even if I had
to,” said Ematay. “With spirit and sight, the brave will always be
right. By night and day, you will always have to pray. In a
hopeless remain, our power will stay. We protect, we save, we even
save the brave: That is our promise to ourself and our world. That
is the Spell-caster promise.”
Eleanor
pushed both her lips together, not sure what to do.
“Are you
trying to manipulate us?” said Christian.
“We don’t
know how safe this place is. I don’t want you two to be just some
more casualties in this war; some more numbers that will leave the
land of the living.”
“Neither do
we,” said Christian. “But travelling even further would mean we
could end up stepping onto even more battlefields. There is no
guarantee of safety moving on again, either.”
“Life
itself has no guaranteed safety. But as long as I am alive, you
will be kept safe with all the powers I possess. And don’t make me
pull out the ‘my brother died for you’ card’.”
Eleanor and
Christian forgot about that until now, and felt even more awful for
doing so. They knew there on—they had to go.
“I can’t
speak for Christian, but I’ll go.”
“Oh, come
on. Where would you be without me,” said Christian. “You’d never
find the place without figuring out the poem. You’d get yourselves
caught up in a fight before you even got there. Needless to say, I
have to come.”
“Then it
looks like we’re coming,” said Eleanor.
Ematay
smiled. Both the children could see he wanted the company.
“Then we
should go after some more rest,” said Ematay.
They were
then all directed to a rather nice room for each of them free of
charge.
The
pitch-black of night went on, all fourteen hours of it.
Astora
always had more night than day; ten hours were day. The reason
Astora’s people relied on star bracelets and star magick so
much.
The three
of them had no idea they would sleep so well, and as they did, they
didn’t think the day would come to them so quick.
Eleanor,
Christian and Ematay woke around the same time, and looked out the
mesmerising stained glass windows that let the light in with
different colours: With purples and yellows, with reds and blues
and whites, and even blacks and greens. They all lit up the floors
of their rooms and walls with a presence of the gods being with
them, even though they were not and could not be seen. Though they
still all felt as if they were, saying, or rather showing all
three: “We are on your side.” Each of the three took it in a
slightly different way, but they all felt similar with what it was
trying to tell them. Even though they all met up and spoke nothing
of what they felt when they awoken on that morning. Seeing now that
the stain glass windows were more than the walls around them, with
not just numbers and length and height, but also in transcending
into something the two little ones would never have guessed was
possible, not until they had come to realise it themselves
today.
They all
packed stuff the people of Silvarian let them have to help.
Eleanor
remembered one of the Romani people, a woman, before they went to
bed yesterday. She told them that “the Romani ancestors came from
the infamous planet Earth, as they were treated unfairly; so some
agreed to live on
you have no home from what you told me on the ride here.”
“We could
stay here, though, right?” said Christian.
“Christian
is right. This place is protected. Nothing can get in. You heard
the man.”
“Older men
have a thing about exaggerating. The older you get, the deeper the
tales. It works in reverse for some, but not many on this world;
probably a symptom of getting bored with their ageing lives.”
“”There is
no valid reason to go, except guiding you back,” said Christian.
“And you don’t even need us for that. You can starport back
whenever you want.”
“You’re
both my concern now. I don’t think I could leave you. Even if I had
to,” said Ematay. “With spirit and sight, the brave will always be
right. By night and day, you will always have to pray. In a
hopeless remain, our power will stay. We protect, we save, we even
save the brave: That is our promise to ourself and our world. That
is the Spell-caster promise.”
Eleanor
pushed both her lips together, not sure what to do.
“Are you
trying to manipulate us?” said Christian.
“We don’t
know how safe this place is. I don’t want you two to be just some
more casualties in this war; some more numbers that will leave the
land of the living.”
“Neither do
we,” said Christian. “But travelling even further would mean we
could end up stepping onto even more battlefields. There is no
guarantee of safety moving on again, either.”
“Life
itself has no guaranteed safety. But as long as I am alive, you
will be kept safe with all the powers I possess. And don’t make me
pull out the ‘my brother died for you’ card’.”
Eleanor and
Christian forgot about that until now, and felt even more awful for
doing so. They knew there on—they had to go.
“I can’t
speak for Christian, but I’ll go.”
“Oh, come
on. Where would you be without me,” said Christian. “You’d never
find the place without figuring out the poem. You’d get yourselves
caught up in a fight before you even got there. Needless to say, I
have to come.”
“Then it
looks like we’re coming,” said Eleanor.
Ematay
smiled. Both the children could see he wanted the company.
“Then we
should go after some more rest,” said Ematay.
They were
then all directed to a rather nice room for each of them free of
charge.
The
pitch-black of night went on, all fourteen hours of it.
Astora
always had more night than day; ten hours were day. The reason
Astora’s people relied on star bracelets and star magick so
much.
The three
of them had no idea they would sleep so well, and as they did, they
didn’t think the day would come to them so quick.
Eleanor,
Christian and Ematay woke around the same time, and looked out the
mesmerising stained glass windows that let the light in with
different colours: With purples and yellows, with reds and blues
and whites, and even blacks and greens. They all lit up the floors
of their rooms and walls with a presence of the gods being with
them, even though they were not and could not be seen. Though they
still all felt as if they were, saying, or rather showing all
three: “We are on your side.” Each of the three took it in a
slightly different way, but they all felt similar with what it was
trying to tell them. Even though they all met up and spoke nothing
of what they felt when they awoken on that morning. Seeing now that
the stain glass windows were more than the walls around them, with
not just numbers and length and height, but also in transcending
into something the two little ones would never have guessed was
possible, not until they had come to realise it themselves
today.
They all
packed stuff the people of Silvarian let them have to help.
Eleanor
remembered one of the Romani people, a woman, before they went to
bed yesterday. She told them that “the Romani ancestors came from
the infamous planet Earth, as they were treated unfairly; so some
agreed to live on
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