Paths of Eternity - The Prologue

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This is the prologue to the 'Path of...' books. More to come.

The wizard Agralock visits an old friend to ask him a small favor that will change the faith of the world forever...

Submitted: July 03, 2010

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Prologue
It was a stormy night. One of the mightiest wizards of all lands whose fame is only surpassed by his incredible power, rode his horse through the forest with tremendous speed. His long, wet, gray hair stucked to his face. The wrinkles around his eyes showed that this wizard had seen many, many things, both good and pure evil. His blue robe fluttered in the howling wind. With the struck of lightning a huge tower was visible on the horizon. It was the tower of Baltharack. The wizards dearest friend and a wizard himself. Baltharack was specialised in prophecies, and this was the exact reason of the wizard's visit.
Once the wizard had reached the tower he whispered some words to his horse and walked through the giant oak door. He used his wooden staff to knock two... three times.
'Who goes there?' A young man asked from behind the door.
'It is I...' the wizard spoke 'Agralock.'
The young man hasty opened the door. 'I'm very sorry sir... I did not recognise your voice and I...'
'It's alright, son...' Agralock raised his hand and stepped inside. 'Is you master at home?'
'Certainly sir... follow me if you will.' The young man walked up a long spiral staircase and Agralock followed him.
'What was your name again?' he asked.
'Mortimer, sir. But you can call me Mort.'
'Ah yes now I remember... the last time I have seen you was when you were a mere boy full of promises... how old are you now?'
'Nineteen, sir. I've been in training for over ten years now.'
'That is quite some time...' the wizard muttered. Agralock himself was over threehundred years and had studied magic for over two centuries. It was such a shame that this young boy would die before he had reached at least a few hundred years. But life was just like that. Wizards could easily become fivehundred while humans barely reached a century. Of course, wizard hybrids, like Mort, would become much older than most humans but still...
They had reached the attic. Along the round walls there where bookshelf with over a thousand books, scrolls and manuscripts. An old wizard dressed in a black robe was sitting behind a desk writing something with a feather. His name was Baltharack.
'Master?' Mort carefully asked.
'Go away Mort, I am to busy right now.' Baltharack spoke
'Surely you are not to busy for someone you haven't seen in over ten years, are you?'
Baltharack turned around and smiled: 'Of course not, my old friend.' he got up and reached out his hand that Agralock friendly took. 'Good too see you Agralock! Good to see you! To what do I owe this visit from you...'
'It's a rather serious business actually.' Agralock whispered. 'And I'd like to talk to you about this in private...'
'Sure... no problem...' Baltharack said clearly surprised by his old friend's sudden earnest. 'Mort... could you please leave?' Mort nodded and went down the stairs.
'What I'm about to tell you is something I heard from the thousand-years-old wizard himself.'
Baltharack nodded understanding. The thousand-years-old wizard was the mightiest of all wizards and witches and was believed to be immortal as he already was twice the age normal wizards could become.
'You know the legend about the creation of our world, don't you?'
'Of course I do: The world was created by four spirits, often refered to as gods. The goddes of earth created the world as we know it. The god of water created all the water and caused the plants to grow. The goddes of wind created the air so all the animals could breath and live. Finally the goddes of earth created man-like figures and the god of fire brought them to life. After that the spirits rested in sacred places where, according to the legend, they still rest today. According to the Sacred Profecy one day these spirits will awake and with this their other side will also be awaken. The other side is the negative side of every spirit. This will be the clash of good and evil and will lead to either the saving or the end of the world.
Agralock nodded and said: 'Indeed, but sadly the most important bit is forgotten by this world.'
'What? You mean that this is not the entire story?'
'Everything you said is true. But the thousand-years-old wizard told me that there was another spirit. The fifth spirit that has given us the ability to love and his other side is hate.'
'Incredible... how come no one knew this?'
'There is more... as the Profecy stated all spirits would awake to fight their other side. The spirit of love... he awoke sixteen years ago.'
For a second Baltharack stopped breathing... 'Are you sure this is true?' He gasped.
'If I had not heard it from the thousand-years-old wizard himself, I wouldn't have believed it either.'
'Why do you tell me this?'
'Because you can help me find this spirit, maybe even forecast the next awakening.'
Baltharack nodded silently. He walked to one of the bookshelfs and took a crystal orb from it. He placed it on a stand on his desk and started to mumble words in the ancient language. Outside the storm grew stronger. White smoke started to fill the crystal orb. Agralock could not see anything through the smoke, but Baltharack's eyes narrowed as if he saw something valueble.
'I see... two forms of energy. One of them is big, way to much energy for a human...'
'Could it be the spirit?' Agralock asked.
Baltharack shook his head. 'No... the energy next to the first one is massive. It is bigger then anything I've ever seen. And these two forms of energy... are connected somehow. One cannot live without the other.'
'That must be the spirit!' Agralock said. 'Spirits of the deceased often bind to creatures on earth. Maybe this spirit has done the same thing. Can you see where they are?'
'No...'
'And can you say anything about the other spirits?' Agralock asked somewhat too loud.
'Unfortunatly not... the future is not like a book that one can open at will.' Baltharack said a little bit anoyed.
'Of course, I understand. My apologies. I shall return to the Academy, and ask the thousand-years-old wizard. Thank you for your help my friend.' Agralock moved towards the staircase.
'Leaving so soon?' Baltharack asked.
'There is no time to lose.' Agralock replied. Suddenly he heard footsteps. 'It appears Mort has been listening to our conversation.'
Baltharack frowned. 'You should take him with you. He hasn't been away since you brought him here. It would be a great training for him.'
Agralock smiled. 'It will be nice to have some company, other than Daybreak...'
'Ah yes... your horse and you seem to have a close bond.' Baltharack said mocking.
Agralock smiled. 'Say whatever you want about Daybreak... but from all the creatures I've seen, animals are the most humane.' he peeked trough the window and saw a miniature horse in the rain. 'Poor animal...' he muttered. 'Now you'll have to carry two people...'


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