The silence that followed came thick in the air. For a long dawn out moment, nobody moved, all around her she saw faces of fear, distrust and mild interest, but upon Merryn's face she saw only joy.
'Such words of worthy of a jesters bow. My friend, for thee hath more upon him than doth he'.
Some of the elvern shifted uncomfortably as the voice came again. 'Merryn, Merryn of the robe, skin and flesh, thee hath found upon to see me, bringing forth much friends to speak hither'.
'Where are you?' One of the elvern shouted, 'I see no sight of you, yet you see us clearly'.
The voice that followed was almost indiscernible, but Cassandra knew its meaning. 'I am within the air, a clouded spirit within the walls of stone. If I was once a man, that past i no longer remember'.
'So this is what we have searched for? A spirit? How might that help our kind and yours?' One of the shorter and younger elvern had spoken, upon his face, fear had carved its lines.
Cassandra turned to answer him, but Merryn got there first. 'Have faith,' he beckoned the air about them, 'my dear friend, you may have to make yourself understood'.
Cassandra knew little of Merryn's plans here, he had only vaguely mentioned to her of a spirit within the cavern, but it was "information to be given and discovered" that they had sought, how could this voice give them the answers they desperately needed? The elvern sought to prevent the death of their ways, much knowledge and belief was thinning as the coming of the saxon god spread to their own kind.
'Merryn, do explain what plans you have here?' She asked him, feeling her fingertips tingle with the energy vibrations about them within the cavern.
'Knowledge has its power upon people, now our king is dead, and their leader, the Wisen Elf has forsaken his post, I have discovered an answer which I will aid us '. Merryn allowed a smile to crease his lips.
'An answer I bring to thee with all cheer of my own spirit!' The voice reverberated off the cavern walls, ringing with a tumultuous joy that was infectious. 'It hath been many a year since the life I imagine i once had. The woes of your kind, tell me that you fear to lose the knowledge your culture hath brought, yet believe me that this is not the first time your kind has come under assault from another culture or energy at that! In times of old knowledge that even you might befuddle to behold, such abilities now lost. My life might now be a dream to thee or I but I remember all that I learned. in times of old, beqeathen was such knowledge upon the time of need. You elvern of this new age hath much knowledge and skill upon your craft, so I may tell you of such a way to aid the efforts the kind here, work together and you may gain. An object is required to show truth and speak without the limitations of doubt, greed nor fear; a great amount it may have in your plight against what is evil and what is wrong'.
Cassandra caught her brother's eye and understood at last, a vision had spoken of an object of untold abilities, but to help their "plight" it would need to be more significant than what had been told, she thought. If this plan should fail, much would change; the union between the elvern and man was thinning, only with the Ignae they would trust ... she looked about her at the elvern, all listened with great intensity.
'If mine ears and mind interpret this right,' spoke an elf, whose own voice was authoritative and slightly higher pitched, he had short cropped hair, sandy in colour and bright blue eyes which he aimed at she and Merryn, 'we are to enchant an object, Egnificks, our sacred art, using ancient knowledge in your plan?'
Cassandra nodded, 'I trust that you are satisfied?'
There was a low murmur as the elvern around them discussed this. She felt a pang of worry seep into her mind, but she already knew what would happen next; she had seen it in a vision after all...
'We are concerned, but in agreement,'the blue-eyed elf spoke again.
Cassandra felt a waft of cold air float above her, just catching her hair, the sensation of joy that was not hers echoed within her. She wondered who else had felt it.
'It is decided then!' Merryn spoke, the joy in his eyes confirming her suspicions, he had indeed also felt the foreign sense of joy. 'A new step to take! It is my firm belief that we shall find success in this venture, and much is to be gained'.
The elvern around them clapped, some more enthusiastically than the others. Something to be expected; their race was a proud and suspicious one.
"Let us bring forth the fruits of our effort and reap what we sow!" Piped an elf behind her.
"Lo and learn what we forgot!"
Cassandra closed her eyes momentarily, feeling a a sudden throbbing pain at her temple. Rough stone, dark and dirtied, the image was gone as soon as it had come. A flash of silver and darkness, she forced her eyes open; another vision was coming to her, a powerful one.
In the most dignified manner she could manage, despite her desperation to escape the noise, the darkness and prying eyes she turned on heel and fled. Even with her eyes still forcibly open, the silvery sliver of a blade flashed before her as she squeezed through the narrow passageway of soaked rock, the suns warmth just brushed her forehead before her legs gave way and she collapsed into the sand.
Crumpled, she let the vision cloud her mind at last.
'Such words of worthy of a jesters bow. My friend, for thee hath more upon him than doth he'.
Some of the elvern shifted uncomfortably as the voice came again. 'Merryn, Merryn of the robe, skin and flesh, thee hath found upon to see me, bringing forth much friends to speak hither'.
'Where are you?' One of the elvern shouted, 'I see no sight of you, yet you see us clearly'.
The voice that followed was almost indiscernible, but Cassandra knew its meaning. 'I am within the air, a clouded spirit within the walls of stone. If I was once a man, that past i no longer remember'.
'So this is what we have searched for? A spirit? How might that help our kind and yours?' One of the shorter and younger elvern had spoken, upon his face, fear had carved its lines.
Cassandra turned to answer him, but Merryn got there first. 'Have faith,' he beckoned the air about them, 'my dear friend, you may have to make yourself understood'.
Cassandra knew little of Merryn's plans here, he had only vaguely mentioned to her of a spirit within the cavern, but it was "information to be given and discovered" that they had sought, how could this voice give them the answers they desperately needed? The elvern sought to prevent the death of their ways, much knowledge and belief was thinning as the coming of the saxon god spread to their own kind.
'Merryn, do explain what plans you have here?' She asked him, feeling her fingertips tingle with the energy vibrations about them within the cavern.
'Knowledge has its power upon people, now our king is dead, and their leader, the Wisen Elf has forsaken his post, I have discovered an answer which I will aid us '. Merryn allowed a smile to crease his lips.
'An answer I bring to thee with all cheer of my own spirit!' The voice reverberated off the cavern walls, ringing with a tumultuous joy that was infectious. 'It hath been many a year since the life I imagine i once had. The woes of your kind, tell me that you fear to lose the knowledge your culture hath brought, yet believe me that this is not the first time your kind has come under assault from another culture or energy at that! In times of old knowledge that even you might befuddle to behold, such abilities now lost. My life might now be a dream to thee or I but I remember all that I learned. in times of old, beqeathen was such knowledge upon the time of need. You elvern of this new age hath much knowledge and skill upon your craft, so I may tell you of such a way to aid the efforts the kind here, work together and you may gain. An object is required to show truth and speak without the limitations of doubt, greed nor fear; a great amount it may have in your plight against what is evil and what is wrong'.
Cassandra caught her brother's eye and understood at last, a vision had spoken of an object of untold abilities, but to help their "plight" it would need to be more significant than what had been told, she thought. If this plan should fail, much would change; the union between the elvern and man was thinning, only with the Ignae they would trust ... she looked about her at the elvern, all listened with great intensity.
'If mine ears and mind interpret this right,' spoke an elf, whose own voice was authoritative and slightly higher pitched, he had short cropped hair, sandy in colour and bright blue eyes which he aimed at she and Merryn, 'we are to enchant an object, Egnificks, our sacred art, using ancient knowledge in your plan?'
Cassandra nodded, 'I trust that you are satisfied?'
There was a low murmur as the elvern around them discussed this. She felt a pang of worry seep into her mind, but she already knew what would happen next; she had seen it in a vision after all...
'We are concerned, but in agreement,'the blue-eyed elf spoke again.
Cassandra felt a waft of cold air float above her, just catching her hair, the sensation of joy that was not hers echoed within her. She wondered who else had felt it.
'It is decided then!' Merryn spoke, the joy in his eyes confirming her suspicions, he had indeed also felt the foreign sense of joy. 'A new step to take! It is my firm belief that we shall find success in this venture, and much is to be gained'.
The elvern around them clapped, some more enthusiastically than the others. Something to be expected; their race was a proud and suspicious one.
"Let us bring forth the fruits of our effort and reap what we sow!" Piped an elf behind her.
"Lo and learn what we forgot!"
Cassandra closed her eyes momentarily, feeling a a sudden throbbing pain at her temple. Rough stone, dark and dirtied, the image was gone as soon as it had come. A flash of silver and darkness, she forced her eyes open; another vision was coming to her, a powerful one.
In the most dignified manner she could manage, despite her desperation to escape the noise, the darkness and prying eyes she turned on heel and fled. Even with her eyes still forcibly open, the silvery sliver of a blade flashed before her as she squeezed through the narrow passageway of soaked rock, the suns warmth just brushed her forehead before her legs gave way and she collapsed into the sand.
Crumpled, she let the vision cloud her mind at last.