Rated M for mature content including but not limited to: romantic situations, violence, blood, mild gore, and mature language.
Mystics: Origin
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
“Nicolai, summon the recruiters, Mahvalli is making his move,” the elder said obvious concern riddled in the tone of his voice. For the past days the Elder’s Council had been fighting Mahvalli and his forces, trying to push them back, but with each day that passed, it seemed that more and more of the world slipped into chaos and darkness.
“Lord Rainez, we have pinpointed the location of the recruits,” Selene stated as she walked gracefully into the grand hall, the meeting place of the Elder Council. Rainez looked at Selene and nodded, a sigh escaping his slightly parted lips as he walked over to the table where a book lay open, its pages containing various knowledge.
The grand hall was littered with jewel encrusted trimming that lined the marble walls. The floor, made of some type of sapphire glistened as the light from the glowing diamonds implanted in the ceiling. The ceiling was crafted out of imperial jade, which complimented the speckle marble walls and the sapphire floor. Gold trimmed seats with beautiful silken cloth chairs surrounded a large marble top table with steel framing. Much of the work in the temple was a mixture of steel and jewels. Hard rock like gold were also used in the construction of the temple. It stood as a beacon of power to all the world and it was designed specifically to garner the awe factor from those who visited the great palace. Now within the grand hall, the beautiful truly showed, and the artistry truly captured the eye.
Rainez looked over at Nicolai who was still bowing, waiting to be dismissed.
“Nicolai, make sure that Galez, Arteimos, Celene and Itani know what they are getting themselves into. Keep them up to date on everything that is happening.” Silence fell in the room before Nicolai stood to his feet and bowed once more. He turned on a heel and was gone in a second. Selene watched him go and sighed with disbelief.
“You don’t think Mahvalli knows about the recruits do you?” she asked looking at Rainez with troubled eyes, her lips soft and ample pressed sorrowfully together.
“I believe we have a mole in our ranks Selene, the Grand Elder must be warned appropriately,” Rainez said looking at Selene, his eyes telling her all she needed to know.
“I will get on that immediately Lord Rainez,” she said turning to leave before glancing back at Rainez one last time. Her heels caused a rhythmic thumping to fill the hall as she left. Rainez turned to the large photo of the Grand Master of the temple, the father of the Grand Elder. The man had died during their time of war, and they needed him now more than ever to help with combating Mahvalli. He supposed Mahvalli’s heel turn was the cause of their master’s untimely death. He dropped his head. There wasn’t much more they could do. If Mahvalli got to the recruits before they did, he would win this war and they would perish under his rule. The thought caused Rainez to slam his hand onto the marble table causing it to shake slightly before he stormed out of the grand hall.
Nicolai’s job was easy. He found Itani, Celene, Galez and Arteimos without much trouble and had called them to the temple. Arteimos stood at the archway that was the entrance to the temple. He hadn’t been to this place in so long, but the Council always called for him whenever they needed his assistance. He was a Council Admin, much like Nicolai, and the others, but he had went off on his own to fight Mahvalli’s forces in his own way. Now being called back to help the Council meant that there was a good reason they wanted his assistance.
“The others should be on their way Arteimos,” Nicolai said with as he slid into a sitting position, leaning against the marble pillar that formed the archway. His eyes graced Arteimos only momentarily before he began speaking again, “and you look well.”
“I have no doubt the others are on their way,” Arteimos replied his mind going back to the days he and Nicolai had spent countless hours together. Yes, they once were a couple, but no more, their jobs had strained their relationship to disrepair, and now they acted as if their love was no more. Upon the comment of his looks, Arteimos chuckled and knelt down so that he was eye level with Nicolai. “Why do you do this to us every time I come here?”
Nicolai’s eyes told the story of how he had missed Arteimos, and Arteimos missed Nicolai, but he had a job to do and now was not the time for any type of pleasantries. Nicolai remained silent but looked away from Arteimos. “Arteimos....I.......,” Nicolai began but Arteimos lifted a finger to his lips and shushed him, shaking his head gently.
“Now is not the time Nicolai,” Arteimos said returning to his standing position as he looked away from Nicolai, a stray tear finding its way down Tei’s cheek and dripping to the ground where it quickly vanished upon hitting the granite floor. He wiped his face not allowing Nicolai to see before turning to look in the distance awaiting the arrival of the others.
“Mahvalli, it seems the others are on their way,” Auro stated, his Jamaican accent strong, “what is this meetin all about?”
“Patience Aurorallii,” Mahvalli stated with a smirk, “patience my friend, when the others arrive I will fill them in.”
“Very well, but know that my patience wears thin with them, especially Rancor and that Jusari. I trust neither of them,” Auro stated looking into a rather odd looking orb that sat in front of him. It wasn’t a fortune telling orb, no this orb had odd magic that surrounded it. It seemed that it was made of some type of fine crystal, but what swirled inside was not water, nor any type of liquid, but the souls of those Auro had captured and defeated in battle. He also used this orb to channel his wicked voodoo.
“Now now Aurorallii, Rancor has proven himself time and time again and Jusari has as well. Patience is a virtue right?” Mahvalli stated looking over at Auro who shrugged and continued swirling his long pointy fingered hands around the orb muttering something under his breath.
The place that housed Mahvalli and his generals was a rather large dark colored steel masterpiece. Everything was made of steel. There were gems here and there, but the dark temple was one slightly smaller than the Grand Temple, but still a beacon of despair and hopelessness. Mahvalli had set out and built this large building from the ground up. It showcased his desire to singlehandedly rule the entire world. The jagged steel work meant to frighten and deter, as well as spread chaos had done so quite effectively. Mahvalli looked out of the crystal window that allowed various light to filter into the room, but the torches and lanterns that lined the wall gave off illumination.
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