04-25-2018, 04:42 PM
Te’Zali walked down the frozen passageway, her troll son in tow, towards the place where the heavens meet the earth. With every soft push forward, the sound of drums, and flutes became fainter. It was late in the evening, and many of the trolls were already drunk, full, or satisfied by this time.
"Where are we going now? I'm so tired" Orunjin whined while dragging his feet next to his mother. He had grown strong from the poor and broken boy, who had laid on that alter so many moons ago. However, the fact remained that the great healer herself, could not save her own son, and that painfully resonated with Te’Zali.
"To talk to the gods," Te’Zali replied, catching the spirited troll roll his eyes in response to his mother, she nudged his shoulder playfully, "it's what we do."
The seer sat mostly in darkness, except for the gloomy glint of candle fire, woven with smoke. "Come in," commanded the ancient one, before plopping a dried root into his mouth, “I'm waiting.”
Te’Zali and Orunjin filed into the shadowy and confined place. Upon immediately looking at the seer, shocked, the boy looked up at his mother, back to the seer, and then to Te’Zali again.
"Sit." The healer directed to her son and pointed to the flat cushion in front of the seer, who, without eyes, appeared to stare into Te’Zali's.
"What do you want?" the ancient one questioned.
With a slight cock of her chin, to the sky, the priestess mused, "I want to know what the gods have in store." In ordinary circumstances, she wouldn't need to speak with the seer to know, however, her dreams had plagued her for nights on end, and Te’Zali felt she had nowhere left to turn.
The crunching sound of food being eaten filled the space between the trolls, mixed with bone chimes that hung from the ceiling around them. Chewing on a mouth full of mushrooms, the seer chuckled, "For you?.. Or for the boy?"
"I am more interested in my people." The healer snapped back at the troll with scorn.
A smile stretched across the pasty troll’s face and the seer elaborated, "The gods desire your people to have a great future." The ancient one paused, long enough to swallow, before continuing, "I see that, but they offer no blessings… No prosperity in the icy planes"
The healer's eyes never left the barren sockets to the wise troll’s, and this news made her giddy. "We are meant to have a great future?” Te’Zali marveled, "How do we gain favor with the gods?"
"You must convince the gods to alter the rules, so they work in your favor. The laws of trolls are far below the workings, and shapings of the gods." The seer’s voice echoed against the cavern's walls.
While telling the future, his hands danced along with his wise words. Although the seer's eyes were empty, and his lips a harsh blue, his expression appeared to be confident, like he had just revealed his best-kept secret.
Looking at the ground before answering, the priestess sneered, "So, I should take the laws in my own hands?" The ancient one pressed his azure lips together, until it formed a hard line, and said nothing. Te’Zali gritted her teeth then taunted, "Answer me!"
"You already have your answer!" The seer snarled.
"No," the troll priestess paused, "I don't."
"Well go and ask the gods yourself. What are you afraid of?" The seer teased, sliding his wretched tongue across his bottom lip.
Doing her best to calm the rage inside her, Te’Zali looked to her son before saying, "Wait outside." Orunjin stood up and bowed his head to the wise old troll before stepping out, into the frosted night.
Standing to her feet, Te’Zali demanded, "Tell me how to save our people?"
"The only way to do that,” the seer warned, rising to stand above the priestess, “is to abandon your hate and transgressions."
"What you mean?" Pondered Te’Zali, realizing that going to see the ancient one might have been a mistake.
"The prime child,” the seer confessed while bending down to pick up his pipe, “she is the key to your liberation."
Te’Zali filled with such anger and disbelief, her hands began to tremble. How is it, that the stupid child is always the answer to our prayers? "That red woman is dead or gone!" Snapped the priestess furiously.
"She was never gone, just caught in a place she needed to be, to become stronger. She has already stepped on the ice caps, and will arrive by the next sundown, if you don't stop her.” Warned the wise troll.
The anger inside the troll priestess was too much for her to bear, and she found herself unable to respond. How dare that insect come back here! After all this time, after all the fights Te’Zali had with her love, and after leaving her people vulnerable to Lord Bloodsunder's bloody ax. How dare she!
"In order for the gods to work in our favor, she needs to become one of us, or we will all surely perish in the war to come." The ancient one pressed, licking his chapped lips.
Rolling her eyes, Te’Zali responded, "We have had the dwarf trouble without her all this time."
"The fight with dwarves is nothing to the great war that is to come. Get to the tangled jungle plains, and see for yourself. The gods demand it!"The seer stressed while stretching out his hand to the troll.
Te’Zali touched the troll’s chapped hand and was instantly flooded with the vision of other trolls, in a flourishing paradise. Before letting go, the priestess came to understand the importance of the events to come, and after thanking the ancient one, she made her hasty exit.
"Where are we going now? I'm so tired" Orunjin whined while dragging his feet next to his mother. He had grown strong from the poor and broken boy, who had laid on that alter so many moons ago. However, the fact remained that the great healer herself, could not save her own son, and that painfully resonated with Te’Zali.
"To talk to the gods," Te’Zali replied, catching the spirited troll roll his eyes in response to his mother, she nudged his shoulder playfully, "it's what we do."
The seer sat mostly in darkness, except for the gloomy glint of candle fire, woven with smoke. "Come in," commanded the ancient one, before plopping a dried root into his mouth, “I'm waiting.”
Te’Zali and Orunjin filed into the shadowy and confined place. Upon immediately looking at the seer, shocked, the boy looked up at his mother, back to the seer, and then to Te’Zali again.
"Sit." The healer directed to her son and pointed to the flat cushion in front of the seer, who, without eyes, appeared to stare into Te’Zali's.
"What do you want?" the ancient one questioned.
With a slight cock of her chin, to the sky, the priestess mused, "I want to know what the gods have in store." In ordinary circumstances, she wouldn't need to speak with the seer to know, however, her dreams had plagued her for nights on end, and Te’Zali felt she had nowhere left to turn.
The crunching sound of food being eaten filled the space between the trolls, mixed with bone chimes that hung from the ceiling around them. Chewing on a mouth full of mushrooms, the seer chuckled, "For you?.. Or for the boy?"
"I am more interested in my people." The healer snapped back at the troll with scorn.
A smile stretched across the pasty troll’s face and the seer elaborated, "The gods desire your people to have a great future." The ancient one paused, long enough to swallow, before continuing, "I see that, but they offer no blessings… No prosperity in the icy planes"
The healer's eyes never left the barren sockets to the wise troll’s, and this news made her giddy. "We are meant to have a great future?” Te’Zali marveled, "How do we gain favor with the gods?"
"You must convince the gods to alter the rules, so they work in your favor. The laws of trolls are far below the workings, and shapings of the gods." The seer’s voice echoed against the cavern's walls.
While telling the future, his hands danced along with his wise words. Although the seer's eyes were empty, and his lips a harsh blue, his expression appeared to be confident, like he had just revealed his best-kept secret.
Looking at the ground before answering, the priestess sneered, "So, I should take the laws in my own hands?" The ancient one pressed his azure lips together, until it formed a hard line, and said nothing. Te’Zali gritted her teeth then taunted, "Answer me!"
"You already have your answer!" The seer snarled.
"No," the troll priestess paused, "I don't."
"Well go and ask the gods yourself. What are you afraid of?" The seer teased, sliding his wretched tongue across his bottom lip.
Doing her best to calm the rage inside her, Te’Zali looked to her son before saying, "Wait outside." Orunjin stood up and bowed his head to the wise old troll before stepping out, into the frosted night.
Standing to her feet, Te’Zali demanded, "Tell me how to save our people?"
"The only way to do that,” the seer warned, rising to stand above the priestess, “is to abandon your hate and transgressions."
"What you mean?" Pondered Te’Zali, realizing that going to see the ancient one might have been a mistake.
"The prime child,” the seer confessed while bending down to pick up his pipe, “she is the key to your liberation."
Te’Zali filled with such anger and disbelief, her hands began to tremble. How is it, that the stupid child is always the answer to our prayers? "That red woman is dead or gone!" Snapped the priestess furiously.
"She was never gone, just caught in a place she needed to be, to become stronger. She has already stepped on the ice caps, and will arrive by the next sundown, if you don't stop her.” Warned the wise troll.
The anger inside the troll priestess was too much for her to bear, and she found herself unable to respond. How dare that insect come back here! After all this time, after all the fights Te’Zali had with her love, and after leaving her people vulnerable to Lord Bloodsunder's bloody ax. How dare she!
"In order for the gods to work in our favor, she needs to become one of us, or we will all surely perish in the war to come." The ancient one pressed, licking his chapped lips.
Rolling her eyes, Te’Zali responded, "We have had the dwarf trouble without her all this time."
"The fight with dwarves is nothing to the great war that is to come. Get to the tangled jungle plains, and see for yourself. The gods demand it!"The seer stressed while stretching out his hand to the troll.
Te’Zali touched the troll’s chapped hand and was instantly flooded with the vision of other trolls, in a flourishing paradise. Before letting go, the priestess came to understand the importance of the events to come, and after thanking the ancient one, she made her hasty exit.
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