10-30-2014, 08:10 PM
Just a little hollowed story for you guys, hope you enjoy.
For this story we will need to go back in time. Not a year or two ago, not ten years ago, not even a hundred years ago. We need to go back one thousand years, to the time that elves and dwarves were still alive, to when the great dragons still soared high in the air, to a castle of a forgotten kingdom in a forgotten place, wiped out of all maps. Why would someone go through such great precautions to erase something, being so through as to kill anyone who knew? Maybe I’ll tell you, maybe not, I’m not sure if it is time for you to hear the story of the Forgotten Mage. One question you all may be thinking, if this story was erased from history, how do you know it? Well I’ll tell you, I can tell you the story because I am the daughter of The Forgotten Mage, I am in this story. Father told me that he erased my memory of that event to protect me, I have forgiven him because he told me the story one black, stormy night, and I believe it was a full moon.
“Mirithra, come, sit on my lap,” he told me in his deep, rich, smooth voice,” I must tell you a story, if it is your wish after you hear I can erase your memory, I have already erased your memory happening in the first place.”
“Tell me father, tell me a tale of a part of my past that I have no memory of,” I replied calmly, “I have often wondered why there was a gap in my memory”
“You knew that someone had erased your memory?” he asked shocked,” I am surprised that you have never asked me.”
“I know you father, I can see things, not like images, but I can notice things, like how around the end of November you become very sad, you hide it well, but your eyes betray you” I replied gently,” and I knew that when the time was right or when I was old enough I would learn of my past.”
“Before you learn of your past you must learn about a man named Firith Urland, for he is very important to the story,” He began
10 years later, for Elven pregnancy is much slower than humans, boy was born, and great outrage was heard among the halls, the babe was not elfish, the queen had thought that the father was the Elven king, but the baby was too small and had round ears. The elves in their fashion gave him only a first name and once he could walk alone they left him in the wild. The name they gave him was Firith, which means dark child. Firith wandered, wandered for years, managing on the little food he could find or steal, the only reason he survived was because of his very low metabolism. When he was about 100 years old, still a child, he was wandering one day and he came across a small hut in the middle of the forest. Thinking that it might have food inside, he crept through the door. To his great delight he found the hut stuffed with food. He ate as much as he could and then feeling tired he fell asleep. In his dreams he heard voices He is strange... Is he the one?... What should we do with him?.... When he opened his eyes, six eyes stared back at him, and as he became more fully aware he realized that those eyes were attached to an old woman, a middle aged woman, and a small girl. He tried to jump up and run for his life... but he found he could only move a limb about an inch in any direction.
When he calmed down the three spoke as one, "We are the sisters," they intoned. "Why has the half blood come here?" They asked him. "Half blood?" he replied in confusion. "He does not know," They told each other in the same monotonous tone. For the next week the witches slowly poured the story of his creation into his ears, he learned that he was half elf, half dwarf through magical means, he learned that because he was conceived through magical means that blood had seeped into him and he could use magic. After learning that he was a half dwarf, he gave himself the surname Urlond. For the next two hundred years Firith learned how to use his magic.
When he was strong with the magic he went out into the world, only to find that he was still an outcast, and was hunted by many, seeking the great reward for his head, one such a knight, a half giant he found out through magic was particularly persistent, and followed him for 15 years before Firith was able to lose him. Using his magic Firith created a castle, a place where he could live and work on his magic and do experiments. One day a man wandered into the castle, Macdon, the knight that had chased him 50 years earlier had come to his castle to seek shelter from the rain. And thus begins the story. I need to switch to his side of the story now, which I took from his mind
I awoke to a drop of rain that must have leaked through the roof. I reached up to wipe the drop from my forehead, it was thick, too thick, I knew that feeling, I was intimate with that feeling, it was the feeling of ultimate horror, it was the feeling of death, red, liquid death. I dove to my pack and lit the torch. It was a mistake, all around me was blood, the walls were covered with the bloody streaks of clawing hands, I looked down, my hands were bloody. Why were my hands bloody? And why were my fingernails torn up, like I had been clawing at something all night.
Then it dawned on me, the blood was mine! Pure, unadulterated terror and fear, welling up from the bottom of my soul. I screamed, I ran, I ran as fast as I could, it didn’t matter to me where I ran, as long as it was away. When I came back to myself, I realized I had made a very, very grave mistake, well, more like two. The first was that I didn’t have any gear, except for a little penknife that I always keep in my boots, and the second was that I appear to have gone deeper into the castle, into the dungeons.
I walked down a hall, a covered in black and red ice like teeth of a demon, all around me were cages, with all forms of torture being wrought inside of them, delivered by black, winged… things, with two rows of sharp while gleaming teeth. I wandered those halls. I don’t know how long, there was no way to tell the days.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the hope began to fade, the hope, that maybe, maybe if I could reach the end of the tunnel it would bring freedom. Often I begged for one of the creatures to kill me, but they would grin at me with those awful teeth and say, The master has plans for you, the master has plans for you, the master has plans for you, and would continue their work. The farther and the longer I went, the more my mind slipped. Till at last, just before the last strand that kept me from going completely insane snapped. I reached the end. There before me lay a great feast with women dancing around the colorfully lit room, who danced up to me and caressed my body gently, soothing me, and slowly my mind came back.
When I had recovered enough to think clearly, they lead me to a woman, who was sitting at the end of the table. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. When I had come close enough to hear her soft voice she spoke.
“Macdon, my father was very surprised when you wondered into his castle, you may remember him, you may not in your state of mind,” she said gently,” you hunted him for 15 years, and no he will have his revenge”
Before my eyes the lady turned into a great dragon, and lifted me high into the air
“Marinda,” he replied,” I am The Forgotten Sage, I created you and gave you life, using my magic I created you from a rib, from my own body, and using my magic I wrought you, bone and sinew, it took me 3 months to finish every part of you, and because you’re a part of me, when I die you will inherit all of my power on top of your own. I am truly sorry my daughter, that I did it. You have a choice in front of you my dear, shall I erase the memory or shall you live the rest of your days knowing that the gap in your memory, was when I needed you for the last torture of Macdon.”
“You took the memory Father, It is only fair that you give it back now.”
For this story we will need to go back in time. Not a year or two ago, not ten years ago, not even a hundred years ago. We need to go back one thousand years, to the time that elves and dwarves were still alive, to when the great dragons still soared high in the air, to a castle of a forgotten kingdom in a forgotten place, wiped out of all maps. Why would someone go through such great precautions to erase something, being so through as to kill anyone who knew? Maybe I’ll tell you, maybe not, I’m not sure if it is time for you to hear the story of the Forgotten Mage. One question you all may be thinking, if this story was erased from history, how do you know it? Well I’ll tell you, I can tell you the story because I am the daughter of The Forgotten Mage, I am in this story. Father told me that he erased my memory of that event to protect me, I have forgiven him because he told me the story one black, stormy night, and I believe it was a full moon.
“Mirithra, come, sit on my lap,” he told me in his deep, rich, smooth voice,” I must tell you a story, if it is your wish after you hear I can erase your memory, I have already erased your memory happening in the first place.”
“Tell me father, tell me a tale of a part of my past that I have no memory of,” I replied calmly, “I have often wondered why there was a gap in my memory”
“You knew that someone had erased your memory?” he asked shocked,” I am surprised that you have never asked me.”
“I know you father, I can see things, not like images, but I can notice things, like how around the end of November you become very sad, you hide it well, but your eyes betray you” I replied gently,” and I knew that when the time was right or when I was old enough I would learn of my past.”
“Before you learn of your past you must learn about a man named Firith Urland, for he is very important to the story,” He began
*****
Long ago in a nearby land, there were three races, the race of the men, the race of the dwarves, and the race of the elves, the elves and the dwarves were constantly at war with each other, with the humans caught between the hammer and the anvil of the two great nations. At a meeting the humans beseeched a cult of witches to help them. Loving mayhem they agreed to the plan. The humans asked the Dwarf King and the Elven Queen to come to a meeting help by the humans to try and have peace. The witches cast a spell that caused for a night, the two fall madly in love, but the next morning, both thought they had simply went to their quarters and fell asleep. The plan was for a half dwarf, half elf to bridge the sides. 10 years later, for Elven pregnancy is much slower than humans, boy was born, and great outrage was heard among the halls, the babe was not elfish, the queen had thought that the father was the Elven king, but the baby was too small and had round ears. The elves in their fashion gave him only a first name and once he could walk alone they left him in the wild. The name they gave him was Firith, which means dark child. Firith wandered, wandered for years, managing on the little food he could find or steal, the only reason he survived was because of his very low metabolism. When he was about 100 years old, still a child, he was wandering one day and he came across a small hut in the middle of the forest. Thinking that it might have food inside, he crept through the door. To his great delight he found the hut stuffed with food. He ate as much as he could and then feeling tired he fell asleep. In his dreams he heard voices He is strange... Is he the one?... What should we do with him?.... When he opened his eyes, six eyes stared back at him, and as he became more fully aware he realized that those eyes were attached to an old woman, a middle aged woman, and a small girl. He tried to jump up and run for his life... but he found he could only move a limb about an inch in any direction.
When he calmed down the three spoke as one, "We are the sisters," they intoned. "Why has the half blood come here?" They asked him. "Half blood?" he replied in confusion. "He does not know," They told each other in the same monotonous tone. For the next week the witches slowly poured the story of his creation into his ears, he learned that he was half elf, half dwarf through magical means, he learned that because he was conceived through magical means that blood had seeped into him and he could use magic. After learning that he was a half dwarf, he gave himself the surname Urlond. For the next two hundred years Firith learned how to use his magic.
When he was strong with the magic he went out into the world, only to find that he was still an outcast, and was hunted by many, seeking the great reward for his head, one such a knight, a half giant he found out through magic was particularly persistent, and followed him for 15 years before Firith was able to lose him. Using his magic Firith created a castle, a place where he could live and work on his magic and do experiments. One day a man wandered into the castle, Macdon, the knight that had chased him 50 years earlier had come to his castle to seek shelter from the rain. And thus begins the story. I need to switch to his side of the story now, which I took from his mind
*****
“Blasted rain,” I thought to myself, “why is it always raining in these parts, maybe that castle isn’t too decrepit to sleep in.” I walked into the castle. To my surprise the castle was in very good shape, despite looking to be abandoned for years. I unrolled my sleeping mat and fell asleep in the great hall. My dreams were dark that night, full of blood and monsters, but to all that there was complete silence, creatures would open their mouths to bellow and scream at me, but no sound came our, but there was two sounds, a scraping sound underneath me and a dripping sound coming above.I awoke to a drop of rain that must have leaked through the roof. I reached up to wipe the drop from my forehead, it was thick, too thick, I knew that feeling, I was intimate with that feeling, it was the feeling of ultimate horror, it was the feeling of death, red, liquid death. I dove to my pack and lit the torch. It was a mistake, all around me was blood, the walls were covered with the bloody streaks of clawing hands, I looked down, my hands were bloody. Why were my hands bloody? And why were my fingernails torn up, like I had been clawing at something all night.
Then it dawned on me, the blood was mine! Pure, unadulterated terror and fear, welling up from the bottom of my soul. I screamed, I ran, I ran as fast as I could, it didn’t matter to me where I ran, as long as it was away. When I came back to myself, I realized I had made a very, very grave mistake, well, more like two. The first was that I didn’t have any gear, except for a little penknife that I always keep in my boots, and the second was that I appear to have gone deeper into the castle, into the dungeons.
I walked down a hall, a covered in black and red ice like teeth of a demon, all around me were cages, with all forms of torture being wrought inside of them, delivered by black, winged… things, with two rows of sharp while gleaming teeth. I wandered those halls. I don’t know how long, there was no way to tell the days.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the hope began to fade, the hope, that maybe, maybe if I could reach the end of the tunnel it would bring freedom. Often I begged for one of the creatures to kill me, but they would grin at me with those awful teeth and say, The master has plans for you, the master has plans for you, the master has plans for you, and would continue their work. The farther and the longer I went, the more my mind slipped. Till at last, just before the last strand that kept me from going completely insane snapped. I reached the end. There before me lay a great feast with women dancing around the colorfully lit room, who danced up to me and caressed my body gently, soothing me, and slowly my mind came back.
When I had recovered enough to think clearly, they lead me to a woman, who was sitting at the end of the table. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. When I had come close enough to hear her soft voice she spoke.
“Macdon, my father was very surprised when you wondered into his castle, you may remember him, you may not in your state of mind,” she said gently,” you hunted him for 15 years, and no he will have his revenge”
Before my eyes the lady turned into a great dragon, and lifted me high into the air
*****
“But father, what does this story of Firith and Macdon have to do with me?” I asked.“Marinda,” he replied,” I am The Forgotten Sage, I created you and gave you life, using my magic I created you from a rib, from my own body, and using my magic I wrought you, bone and sinew, it took me 3 months to finish every part of you, and because you’re a part of me, when I die you will inherit all of my power on top of your own. I am truly sorry my daughter, that I did it. You have a choice in front of you my dear, shall I erase the memory or shall you live the rest of your days knowing that the gap in your memory, was when I needed you for the last torture of Macdon.”
“You took the memory Father, It is only fair that you give it back now.”