The dungeons where shrouded in shadows for they lay thick around the cell of Rilien. Red light emulated the room as Aragon appeared, smoke poured of him slightly as he stood. He had not used that power for many year, Aragon saw the blood stains and the sleeping form of Rilien “with what would those of a prisoner have for me” he waved his hand towards him causing Rilien to slowly wake up from his sleep.



When Rilien had stood before him, he asked him “I am Aragon, king of Fallean, my daughter told me that you have something you wish to tell?” for a moment Rilien did not answer for he was unsure whether his torturer was going to come to him or Aragon may slay him for his words that may not please him to hear.



Rilien decided that Aragon could only give him a realise from his pain he told him “my greetings to you Aragon though I guess that you hide something for I know you entered my cell without opening the door. Time is short for Christopher will come and check on me soon so I shall tell what I am able to” his eyes seemed to be slowly closing “a night ago a message came from a man named Arandur on to Christopher which came to him while I was...for lack in a better words can say blood letting. Those words where told of him that an assassin was coming to slay you and I was been to be blamed for it all and then I was knocked out resulting on the injury on my face.”

Aragon looked at as he saw starting to sway from both exhaustion and pain. His mind wondered in what power was keeping him alive as a mortal man would be bead by now.



He started to cough as Aragon watched him “how did you survive all this time Rilien?” he asked him. Rilien’s gaze was focused on him his eyes “I see war and flames in your eyes which is not common for humans, I survive so long for Christopher had used dark magic upon my soul to prolong my life along with healing my body once every month” he heard foot steps outside the cell.

His voice was now filled with fear along with pain as he almost collapsed to ground “go my king flea unless you want to become Christopher's new pet for that’s what he considers me as.”



Before his gaze Aragon vanished in smoke and red glowing light, Rilien whispered to himself as foot steps hastened towards his cell “what is this upon my sight, is this king of humans a mage? For I thought that few where gifted in magic.” He moved away towards the door for he had not be able to sleep on the bed for years as insects and other small creatures had been devouring his flesh as he slept.



A torch was lit in the corridor outside the cell as Christopher dashed into sight. Christopher turned to look through the iron bars of the door, he had voices coming the inside the cell though that was impossible for anyone to enter the cell for Christopher owned the only key. He looked upon his face “who were you talking to elf?” Rilien gave him a wicked smile “I have spoken to no one human, are you sure that your mind has been destroyed by all the pain and death you have inflicted upon human and elf alike.”

Christopher glared at him, it had been years since Rilien had not dared to anger him since he brought him here. When he spoke he gave a devilish smile “upon the morrow I will bring you all the pain that half bead soul can take but rest so your screams will be my music” he walked away as Rilien’s smile faded. A soft thump came as he collapsed into sleep as Christopher left him. Rilien dreams where confused and hazier with pain.



As sleep fell over Rilien, Aragon was lying in his bed with hands on the bed sheets as he started to lye back. He had the thought that his time with the name of Aragon was coming to an end for he had always wondered when Arandur would try to end his mortal identity he sighed before closing his eyes. No dreams came to him as he wondered what would happen to him soon, would it happen tonight he knew not as his mind wondered into slumber.



Below him, Christopher was performing surgery upon a corpse of a bead criminal. As he reached inside it a voice came to him “greetings Christopher” he looked up to see Odysseus was standing there watching. He smiled “Odysseus it’s good to see you, I guess that you have come to perform the task that Arandur.” Odysseus stood and showed him a dagger which had the hilt filled with a yellowish black substance “poison?” asked Christopher “for the death of Aragon I thought it would have involved blades which will tear apart his flesh” his hands seized around something inside of the corpse. “my orders where to make his death slow though way he spoke un to me was that not matter what he did to him he would live.”



A surprised yelp came from him then as he accidently removed the heart of the corpse, his eyes and hands where working upon putting the corpse's heart back inside it. His words where hurried as he told Odysseus “you shall gain a problem with entering his chambers for he locks the doors when he sleeps at night, for fear of assassination along with using a protective spell on the windows. I know that you have magic of your own but he also has powers of his own for I have seen his eyes turn red as the flames of the sun. To enter his chambers there is only one way for there is a secret passage way that leads in there, through a book case.”

With a smile he bowed to him “you have my gratitude, when we rule this world you shall be rewarded” Christopher nodded for he felt his eyes starting to close with tiredness.



Odysseus appeared inside the room, he was pleased that had been able to enter the room using his powers to appear there. His gaze fell upon the sleeping form of Aragon failing to notice that his eyes where slowly opening with a slight flame coloured glow. His words where cold as he said almost to himself “why does master, Arandur call you first by the name of Anaxis but it’s matter not for I shall still slay you” he pulled out a dagger, a single drop of poison fell from the tip of the dagger.

He lunged but as the dagger was about to pierce the flesh of his neck, he vanished. Aragon stood on the other side of the bed, “come mortal embrace your death” his voice was filled with rage and conjured images into his mind of war and of the fire consuming all around him. With eyes glowing of fire, Odysseus moved towards him dagger raised as he attacked him with fear in his heart.



The battle that ensued between them but Aragon struggled to overpower as it had been years since he had since he had used his godly powers. Odysseus sensing his moment of weakness for despite not being able to use his powers he had managed to hold him off with his physical combat skills. He plunged the dagger into his back making him scream in pain.



She had not slept at all but when she heard a scream coming from outside her chambers. With swift movement of the bed she stood dressed in her undergarments, Ignatia dashed out of her room. Charging towards her fathers chambers where the scream had came from.

Fearing the worst, she quickened her pace even more until she moved like the wind for Aragon was the only family she knew of or had.



Tragedy was in the air as she entered her father’s chambers to see her father lying on the bed, looking as cold as the dead. Ignatia eyes started to fell with tears as her voice shook with breed and fear “what have you done?” Odysseus turned to look at her.

He was surprised to see her for it had been many a year since he had been Fallean and no information of any heir. Arandur had not mention this to him or what he wanted to do with him.



Odysseus looked out of the window but when he spoke, it echoed with slight annoyance “a princess, I thought that Aragon never had children but still. I am an assassin and soon your father shall perish” he laughed before vanishing into thin air.



Ignatia fell to her knees as desperation consumed her. She bid not know what she do for she had never suspected that her father could be assassinated. Once she had seen him covered in blood as a bead assassin was lying on the ground at his feet, his body was shaking after slaying him. There had been other attempts to assassinate him but none of were successful.

When she was about to cry when a voice spoke to her “Ignatia do not shed tears over me... I am” he did not say anything more for he heard the door open. As Gregor walked in Ignatia dashed out of the room, tears falling down her face.



Moments passed as Ignatia had changed into her tunic. The door swung open as Gregor entered her chambers “be gone old man!” she yelled at him but he moved closer to her. His eyes were filled with concern for her. Gregor had been sleeping when he was awakened by the sound of a scream but when he arrived to see that Aragon looked like a corpse and Ignatia consumed by grief at his apparent death. He thought for a moment knowing that Aragon had tried to her there secret “Ignatia my... Queen, Aragon is not” she spun on her heel and snapped “he’d dead nothing you can say would change that. Now I have to take my role as queen of Fallean.”

Gregor though gave her smile “listen to me, Ignatia, I have known for many a year and you know as well as I do that your father is not bead though he is gravely ill. I have a suggestion for you if you will listen to my words of wisdom” Ignatia looked down as she embraced herself in her arms. Gregor took a deep breath before saying to her “I know that you have never had faith in the powers of the gods but they have always watched over you. To save your father there is only one way, the goddess Laraniel dwells in the land of what was those of the elves, her powers can heal him but there is one thing that we need to do first” he started to leave and gestured at her to follow him. For a moment she hesitated for she knew that Laraniel was the goddess of nature and healing but no one had seen or heard from her in years.

Ignatia knew though that her father would perish if she did not try something so with worry in her mind she followed Gregor out of her chambers.



There feet echoed loudly in the empty dungeon. Christopher was not around for he was in deep slumber as he dreamed of what he desired most in the world, power. Ignatia realised something, they were approaching the cell of Rilien. Gergor stopped and turned back to see the confusion on her face “what are we doing here?” “when you told an... I mean Aragon of this dark elf, he feared that this may happen so he gave me an order that is to set Rilien free.”

Gregor moved towards the door, Ignatia stepped forward but she saw his hand glow pale blue as it touched the lock. Gregor smiled as her gaze fell upon him, “praise my divine powers” she winded her eyes as she was unsure what he meant by divine powers.



The door swung open as they entered, the lock lay in a pubble of metal which glowed slightly blue as the magic started to fade from it. Rilien lay as if dead upon the floor though from the slight breath showed that Rilien was sleeping. Ignatia whispered to Gregor “who are you? What are you?”

Gregor smiled at her “I am the words wisdom, the verdict of man thieves, murders and the monsters of men and I am a very old man but apart from that you need not know for it worry you more” she decided it maybe wise for now to question him for she did not what his divine powers could do to humans. He knelt down to him “Ignatia help me carry him. I doubt he will wake himself” she compiled with his commands.



Rilien opened his eyes to the chambers of the king. He had been carried in silence up here so not awake his torturer. Confusion filled him for he had did not recognize where he was “where am I? For this no place for a dark elf victim of pain” he arose from the bench but he almost fell back on to the bench. His gaze focused upon Ignatia but he was unsure of what she was doing with him.



When he managed to stand with shaking breaths he asked her “what are you going to do with me?” she blinked, she thought he would be grateful for what she had done “you are free, dark elf from your pain now you under my command. We will return to your home land” Rilien fell to his knees as he watched his blood “no what you have you done?! My people believe that I am dead and there is something that I must tell you.” Ignatia seemed surprised by his words for he seemed to be afraid of returning to Elevnia



Gregor looked over Aragon, he wondered on wither or not he awaken on his own. He looked Rilien “why do you seem so afraid of your home land, if you have been imprisoned soon after the destruction of the black temple then you are skilled in combat as well as hiding secrets for I sense that you are hiding something from us.”



She looked upon his face to see that his eyes glimmer with some sort of fiery passion before it vanished to replaced with the pain that was in his wounds. Ignatia commanded him “you will accompany me to your homeland with no complaints from your mouth” he did not answer.

Rilien was unsure on what would happen to him if he even survived the journey for despite the fact that someone had healed his minor wounds. Gregor looked over at Ignatia saying to her “as the night still lies upon us you go to the port where a ship is waiting to carry you both to Elevnia. Until you return I shall rule in you steed” she bowed to him “my thanks to you, Gregor.”

They started to walk out of the room with Rilien looking ashamed as he followed. She did not notice the blood or the expressions pain that where upon his face as he moved. Ignatia knew that when she returned that she would be a fully grown woman and would take her place as queen of Fallean if her father still lived she would rule by his side. It would take them many a day to get to Elevnia and with minds wrapped in many a thought of loss and fear they left the chambers of Aragon.