The Tears of the Unicorns II: Prophecy E-Book

Stephanie Rose

• Herausgeber: Searose
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

After Miriel returns the Grail to Elysion, the world seems to be saved. But her brother Caylen, consumed with wrath about the injustice of the world, starts to strive for the annihilation of all life, in order to create a new and better world. The chaos, which is protected by the Teala of Darkness, will help him to fulfill his wish. Now it is up to Miriel and Sirion to prevent Caylen from implementing his destructive plan, and save their world.

Leseprobe

THE TEARS OF THE UNICORNS II PROPHECY

Stephanie Rose

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First Edition: August 2019

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CHAPTER 1

Many days had passed since Miriel had left. The life of Therun was going its usual way and nothing seemed to indicate that the world had almost found its end only a few days ago. The quakes had weakened and Sirion had come to the conviction that Miriel had fulfilled her task and the equilibrium was restored.

He had asked the Eldest to give Fidell, despite her age, a chance to take the exams to secure her a place at Therun, the Academy of the Mages, because he believed her to have a great potential for magic – a potential that shouldn’t be wasted.

Elantris, one of the mages residing at Therun, had agreed to test Fidell and eventually decided to make her her student. She had seen a lot of herself in this young girl, and after what Fidell had gone through, she wanted to give her the feeling of having, in Therun, a place she could call home.

“Fidell, hurry up!” Elantris said and shook her head, bored. Then she swept her curled red hair from her face and walked through the library, searching for Fidell. “Come on now.”

She eventually came to a halt when she discovered the girl sitting in a corner. Next to her, a few books lay on the floor.

“There you are,” she said, smiling. “Hurry up, we need to leave.”

“One moment, mas—”

Elantris glared at her and Fidell fell silent when she remembered that Elantris only wanted to be called by her name. Sheepishly, she looked away and eventually crammed the two books she was holding into her leathery bag.

“What are you doing?” Elantris finally said, indignant, when she realized what Fidell was up to.

“I only wanted to take some more provisions and teaching materials with me, nothing more,” Fidell answered eagerly and looked at her master, wondering. Now that they were going on a journey, she would no longer be able to use Therun’s library to continue her education, and she had to ease her thirst for knowledge somehow.

Elantris couldn’t deny herself a smile and sank down next to Fidell on the floor. “Nature will give us what we need. None of this is of importance.”

“But …”

Elantris shook her head, certain. “You have to learn to trust nature. Listen to the voice deep inside of you. It will guide you and you will want for nothing, trust me.”

Fidell looked at her with big eyes and nodded. Since she had come to Therun with Sirion, she had learned a great deal about magic, but she wanted to learn much more. Why Elantris wanted to make her familiar with nature instead of training her in the art of magic, she couldn’t understand.

Elantris winked at her. “Soon you will understand, trust me.”

Again Fidell looked to the ground, then she put aside the books she had packed in her backpack. She at least wanted to take the sweets Sirion had gifted to her, and after a while Elantris gave in, shaking her head.

“Alright then, take them with you,” she said, smiling, and stroked Fidell’s hair. She could understand that Sirion, who had given her a new home, meant a great deal to the girl, and again she felt herself reminded of her younger self.

“And now hurry up, our way is long.”

The two of them left the building and, heading east, followed a narrow path that would lead them to the forest of the elven people. Elantris wanted Fidell first to learn to understand the powers of nature and to harness that power, before she taught her the art of magic.

“Where are we going?” Fidell asked after a while.

Elantris smiled and came to a stop on a small hill, where she could overlook the wide green plain in front of them. She had made a huge secret of the place they were going to.

“Do you see the forest over there?” She reached out and pointed to a cluster of huge trees, which lost themselves in the distance.

Fidell nodded and looked at her master questioningly. She didn’t understand what she wanted to show her and so she frowned.

“It’s the home of the elves of the Idha’hár clan. I want you to learn the art of healing there. Not with magic,” Elantris added quickly before Fidell could interject. “You shall experience the healing power of nature, and there is no better place to learn this.”

“But …” Fidell looked down to the ground, nervous, and swayed from one leg to the other. Was she a millstone around her master’s neck?

Elantris put her hand on Fidell’s shoulder and smiled at her encouragingly. “Do not worry, I’m coming with you.” Suddenly Elantris felt sorry that she hadn’t mentioned immediately that they would visit this place together. “You are not alone.”

Fidell nodded in thanks and sank onto her knees, shaking. She felt tears running down her cheeks and she couldn’t hold them back. All at once she felt reminded of what she had gone through, things she had tried to forget with all her might, and a stabbing pain inside her almost snatched her breath away.

“Forgive me,” Elantris whispered when she realized what she had done and she sat down next to Fidell on the ground. She hadn’t thought that Fidell would react to her words the way she had, or that her grief was still so vivid after all this time.

“I know …” She paused for a moment before she continued. “I know what it means to lose the people you love.”

Fidell winced upon hearing these words and then hid her face in her hands. She didn’t want to hear it; she just wanted to forget and flee from the pain that threatened to tear her apart.

Elantris looked around, helpless, before she dared to embrace Fidell and gently stroked her hair. “Shhh, it’s alright, dear. I am with you. I will always be at your side,” she whispered quietly.

Elantris knew all too well that she would never be able to give Fidell back what she had lost, and inevitably she recalled her own loss.

“I cannot remember my family,” she started to tell Fidell quietly. “And my brother died in front of my eyes in the flames that infested our village – a fire in which I should have died as well …”

Elantris’s gaze was lost in the distance. Tears twinkled in her eyes, but she didn’t allow them to prevail and force their way out.

“I’m sorry …” Fidell whispered and wiped the tears from her own eyes.

“Do not worry,” Elantris said, smiling. “It has been so many cycles now that I cannot even remember his face … but he was someone special. A miracle, if you like …”

Fidell looked at her questioningly.

“It’s a long story and I fear I cannot tell it completely. Forgive me.”

Fidell shook her head. “Maybe one day I will be able to summon him to you … when I’ve learned to control this power,” she mumbled and gazed at the sky with a dreamy look. She had decided to accept Sirion’s offer to go to Therun, hoping that one day she would hold the power to summon the dead and meet her sister one last time.

Elantris peered at Fidell. “It is forbidden to summon the dead into this world, even if it’s only for a moment. Even if you have this gift, you mustn’t ever use it. It would mean your death … and the death of so many more.”

Fidell looked at her. “But …”

“No buts. Swear to me you will never try,” Elantris urged her with an earnest face. “This kind of magic is too dangerous. It is malicious, and not all the deceased wish to return to this world – that’s why it was forbidden a long time ago. If you even try to use this magic, you will be killed!”

Fidell winced and kept silent for a moment, then she slowly nodded.

“I do not want to lose you, little one. This magic isn’t for you, trust me.”

Fidell gulped strongly. She knew too little about magic and its spells to find the truth in Elantris’s words, so she could only trust that her master wouldn’t lie to her. When she had first met Elantris, she had cast a spell on her that revealed a powerful magic residing in Fidell – a kind of magic Therun hadn’t seen in ages.

“I swear, even though I don’t understand why else I would hold this power …”

“I cannot tell you that either,” Elantris said, saddened, and looked into the distance.

A pressing silence came over them, which Elantris eventually broke by leaning forward to look at a plant that was blooming at the side of the path.

“Look at that,” she said to Fidell and smiled.

Fidell followed her gaze with curiosity. “A plant,” she answered without emotion and looked at Elantris, puzzled. “There is nothing special about it. There’re so many …”

Elantris raised her hand and Fidell fell silent.

“It is something special. Look at it closely. What do you see?”

Fidell examined the plant but was unable to discover anything special.

“A plant like any other,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, and looked at her master, bewildered. What was it Elantris wanted to show her with this plant? She didn’t understand.

“You’ve never heard of medicinal plants, have you?” Elantris asked, dumbfounded.

Fidell shook her head guiltily. In her childhood, she had never had to concern herself with things like this. Other tasks were intended for her, tasks that had needed all her attention and commitment; she had been the headman’s niece, after all.

Elantris swept her hair from her face. “Well, the elves will teach you that, I’m sure of it. Now come, I want to reach Ceven before nightfall.”

After several days, Nell reached her home, tired and exhausted. It was difficult for her to stand upright or even keep her eyes open, that’s how tired she was.

She carried Eryn on her shoulders.

Breathing heavily, she passed the border of her village, where she slumped and stayed down, buried under Eryn’s motionless body. Darkness was reaching out to her mind and the events of the past days passed by her inner eye.

During the fight against Kali, the leader of the Nuín clan, Meera had suddenly emitted a blinding light, and the lightning that had followed that light had knocked them all off their feet. Nell had passed out. She didn’t know how much time had passed before she regained consciousness, but when she did she couldn’t find any sign of Meera or the Nuín, and not even the earth surrounding her could answer the question of their whereabouts.

Still feeling dizzy from the power of the lightning, she had finally picked herself up and gone over to Eryn, who was lying on the ground, motionless. Her knees were shaking under the weight of her own body and it had taken a lot of effort for her to keep her balance.

She had kneeled next to him and turned him over. But she had jumped back, startled, when she discovered the dried blood which had soaked into the ground where Eryn’s head had lain a few moments ago.

Was he dead?

She had examined Eryn closely and finally ascertained with relief that he was still alive, and that the blood had come from a small wound on the back of his head that had already closed itself. A quiet, relieved sigh escaped her throat when Eryn moved and opened his eyes for a moment. But when he tried to get up, he slumped down again. Nell was barely able to catch him before he hit the ground.

She had shouldered him onto her back and started to walk …

Quiet voices were calling for her. Familiar, worried-sounding voices.

What had happened?

Her body felt heavy, endlessly heavy and it seemed impossible for her to open her eyes. The effort it cost her to finally open them and roll herself over almost robbed her of consciousness.

“What happened?” asked a man, who she finally identified as Cerin, the healer of her people. His bluish eyes were looking at her, deeply worried. Nell tried to speak, but she was unable to do so.

Cerin lifted her head and rested it on his lap. Then he pulled a small vial from under his clothing and passed it to Nell.

“Drink that,” he whispered and smiled. “It will give you back your strength.”

Nell swallowed the clear, cool liquid and felt her energy return moments later.

“What happened?” Cerin asked her again.

“We were attacked …” she mumbled and looked at Eryn, who was now being taken care of by Cerin. “The Nuín kidnapped Meera. They believe Gaia is with her.”

“Gaia?” interjected one of the women who had gathered around them. “Our goddess Gaia? She is among us?” Amazed, she looked around and then turned to Nell again.

“I do not know.” Nell shook her head and turned towards Cerin. “Can you heal him? He is a friend.”

Cerin nodded and opened a leathery bag next to him. Dried plants and small crystal vials filled with different liquids emerged.

“It will take some time until he regains his strength. I sense a deep exhaustion within him that has nothing to do with his injury.”

Cerin put a handful of yellow blossoms into a small stony pot. With a pestle he started to mince the blossoms, which he then placed onto the injury on Eryn’s head. Cerin sighed. This man needed a lot more attention than just tending to his wounds with herbs.

“Give me a few days,” he said. “And yourself as well. I may be able to treat your exhaustion with herbs, but you will have to heal your innermost yourself.”

Nell nodded and instructed two of the men to take care of Eryn. Then she got up and slowly staggered away.

Elantris and Fidell reached the edge of the forest by nightfall.

Elantris had discovered to her surprise that Ceven was even further away than she remembered, and she had hurried Fidell along. Now she slowly guided her through the dense forest and stopped at the border of the village. Nothing seemed to have changed, which astonished Elantris, and she smiled as she thought back to the time she had spent there. How many cycles have passed since then? she thought pensively and turned towards Fidell, who anxiously stepped from one foot to the other.

“It’s scary here …” she whispered and stepped closer to Elantris, who raised an eyebrow in surprise at the words. Frightened, Fidell looked around, but it had become quite dark and she was only barely able to see her hand in front of her eyes.

“Who are you?”

Fidell turned around and a suffocating wheeze escaped her throat.

“Yaelle, is that you?” Elantris asked and moved closer to the tall, slender figure who was standing to her left.

“I didn’t believe I would ever see you again,” the figure answered, smiling, and came closer. His short, light hair was shimmering in the moonlight and it granted his facial features a magical quality.

“I cannot see,” Fidell whispered with a shaking voice and scrunched up her face, frightened.

“I’m sorry,” Yaelle answered and bowed to her and Elantris apologetically. Then he walked past Elantris and towards Fidell, who shied back a few steps when she felt someone moving towards her.

“Don’t be afraid. I free you of the spell that clouds your sight.”

He wiped his hand over Fidell’s face, whereupon she blinked and stepped back another step when she caught sight of the beautiful face of the man in front of her. She blushed.

“Thank you,” she murmured shyly and looked to the ground. She felt odd in this place. A very well-known feeling rose inside her and she shivered.

“Forgive us this kind of magic, but we do not wish strangers inside our village, least of all the Nuín at night,” the man explained, snorting and snatching Fidell from her thoughts. She shook her head and looked at Elantris for help.

“It has been many cycles since I last saw you here,” Yaelle said, turning towards Elantris. “What brings you to this place again?”

Elantris bowed and nodded in the direction of Fidell. A smile came over her lips.

“I want to ask Cerin to take care of her. She is to learn the art of healing before I introduce her to magic.”

“I understand,” Yaelle mumbled slowly and examined Fidell from head to toe. “Isn’t she too old to acquire magic?”

Fidell glared at him but didn’t dare to reply.

Elantris smiled and gave her a pat on the back. “That may be so, but her potential is great and shouldn’t be wasted.” She winked at her. “Besides, she doesn’t have any other place she can …”

When she realized what she had started to say, she broke off and shook her head apologetically. She didn’t want to remind Fidell of what she had lost. Yaelle seemed to understand and didn’t ask any more.

“I offer you quarters for this night. Come with me.” He turned to walk away. “When it dawns, you can pay a visit to Cerin. He surely will be happy to see you again after such a long time.”

A smile flitted over Elantris’s face when she thought about meeting her old friend and teacher again.

Fidell walked a short distance behind them and every now and then threw awkward gazes into the dark forest. She felt very strange in this place and hoped to be able to leave it again soon.

The next morning, Elantris wandered through the forest, bright and early.

She had been unable to get a wink of sleep and had thought incessantly about Fidell’s words: Maybe one day I will be able to summon him to you … when I’ve learned to control this power … A tormented smile flitted over her lips as she thought back. She wished for nothing more than to see her brother one last time and to tell him how much she loved and missed him. But she couldn’t, and she knew that.

A sigh came over her lips and she swept the tousled red hair from her face.

I should concentrate on the here and now, she thought, saddened, and continued on her way. What is past is past … I cannot change that. It’s the way of the world … I thought, I’ve …

She stopped, surprised, and stared with wide open eyes at the young man standing in front of her. Time suddenly seemed to have stopped.

“Good …” she whispered and a choking sound escaped her throat. She put her hands in front of her mouth. Her knees gave in and she sank to the ground.

Was this reality?

Her heart was racing and she felt like she was in a dream. She couldn’t believe who was standing in front of her.

“How … is this possible?” she whispered with a shaking voice. Tears rose in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. “I saw … you die. How …? You are … alive?”

Is this an illusion? she thought and continued to stare at the young man. A dream, this has to be a dream … She shook her head and tried to come to her senses, but it felt so real. An icy shiver ran down her back. Just a few moments ago she had thought about him and now there he was, standing right in front of her. Her brother. Alive.

“E… Eryn? Is that really you?” she asked hesitantly. Even though she had believed she had forgotten his face after all this time, she was still sure that this was him.

The young man examined her closely and eventually came closer. Who was this woman? She knew his name, but he had never met her before. He frowned.

“My name is Eryn, yes,” he answered. “I don’t know you, and yet you know my name … Who are you?”

Elantris shook her head wildly and stared at him in disbelief. Had he forgotten about her?

“It is me, Elantris! Your sister!” she shouted, appalled. “Do you not recognize me?”

Eryn slowly shook his head. It hurt him to look at the woman’s sad face and he eventually turned away from her.

“I am sorry …” he mumbled, saddened, and walked away.

“Wait!” Elantris called after him and jumped up. “Don’t leave me here alone! All this time I thought you had died in the flames and now I find you here in Ceven!”

Eryn stopped and turned towards her again, then he took a deep breath. “I am seeing you for the first time today. Forgive me my words, but I do not have a sister. I have no one – only Cami, who is at my side and who is all I need.”

With these words, he walked away and left Elantris behind, alone.

She looked after him and eventually gave in to her grief.

Had she been wrong? She knew he could no longer be alive, but still, she couldn’t help but see her brother in that young man.

No, she thought and again looked at the spot where Eryn had turned his back on her. He is my brother … I’m sure of it, but still … he was so strange to me …

Again, she buried her face in her hands and let her tears flow.

Cerin, who was just now coming back from the forest, came closer and sank down onto his knees next to Elantris.

“Elantris? What brought you back to this place?” he asked and gazed at her helplessly. “Are you not feeling well?” He put his hand on her shoulder and he could feel that a deep sadness had taken over her heart.

Elantris looked up and shook her head.

“He’s here … and he’s alive …” she whispered with a shaking voice. “Do you understand, Cerin? Eryn is here. My brother! He’s alive!”

Cerin raised an eyebrow and caressed her cheek.

“Many summers have passed, but I still remember that day as if it was yesterday,” he answered quietly. “The fire that struck your village took everything with it. I was only just able to save you from the flames. Believe me, no one else survived … and neither did your brother. This man may bear the same name, but the two of you have never met before.”

Elantris shook her head wildly and tried to banish the images passing in front of her inner eye. Cerin was right. Her brother couldn’t have survived. She had heard his pain-contorted cries for help. She had felt the pain that had engulfed his body, and when his calls eventually became silent, she had also felt the end was near.

The flames had been everywhere and she had known that she, too, was about to die, but then Cerin had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rescued her. He had taken her to Ceven and healed her. He had taught her the knowledge of the elves, made her one of their own and given her a new home, until she had finally decided to go to Therun to learn magic.

Elantris nodded. “Forgive me. You are right …”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and breathed deeply. Wishful thinking … yes. No matter how much I wish to see him again, it will never be … I thought I understood that and had left it behind. She shook her head. Fidell’s words the day before had swept her innermost wishes to the surface. Yes, that is what it must be. Elantris looked up at Cerin and tried to smile.

“Can you teach my student what you taught me?” she eventually asked and got up. Cerin curiously cocked his head and followed her with his gaze. “I want her to learn to understand the magic of nature before I teach her the art of magic.”

“Of course,” Cerin answered, smiling, and bowed to her. “Send her to me. I will teach her.”

Elantris nodded and walked away slowly.

“I will send her to you right away!” she said over her shoulder and raised her right hand for goodbye.

Nervously, Fidell came closer to the small cabin Elantris had described to her. She stopped in front of the entrance, which was concealed by a long piece of fabric.

“Master Cerin?” she asked nervously.

It took a moment before she heard noises from inside the cabin and Cerin asked her to enter. Carefully, she came closer to the door and pushed the fabric aside, then she threw a curious look inside. She entered slowly.

The interior of the cabin was filled with numerous jars holding different coloured liquids and herbs. Everything was neatly arranged on shelves that were as high as the cabin itself. There wasn’t much else. Other than the shelves, the part of the cabin that Fidell could see was only sparsely furnished. She held her breath for a moment. What she saw fascinated her tremendously.

“There you are,” Cerin welcomed her, smiling, and gestured for her to come closer. “Elantris has asked me to teach you the art of healing.”

Fidell nodded hesitantly and swayed from one leg to the other. She seemed visibly nervous. Cerin smiled at her encouragingly.

“Do not be afraid,” he said when he noticed the shaking of her hands. “Sit and have a drink with me.”

Fidell said not a word and sank down onto a bulky tree root behind her. She watched Cerin pull out a crystal pot from the collection of different pots. Within the glass there were violet-coloured blossoms. Cerin handed it to Fidell and asked her to open it. She looked at him questioningly.

“Be my guest, open it,” he said, smiling, and gazed at her hopefully.

Fidell hesitated a moment before she accepted the pot and opened it. A sweet fragrance crawled up her nose and whipped a smile onto her lips.

“What is this?” she asked and handed the jar back to Cerin. “This fragrance is wonderful. It’s somewhat … calming.”

Cerin nodded and grinned. He could feel that Fidell was slowly relaxing.

“These are dried nard blossoms. You already named one of their effects.”

Fidell blushed slightly and looked to the ground.

“Drink this.” Cerin handed her a small wooden cup which smelled just like the blossoms. “But be careful, it’s hot.”

Fidell nodded and accepted the small bowl in thanks. She gazed curiously inside. It was filled with hot water, and at the bottom were floating the same blossoms that Cerin had shown to her moments before.

She carefully sipped the drink and discovered to her surprise that it tasted as good as it smelled. A few moments later she felt a wave of deep calmness come over her that raised a gentle smile to her lips.

Cerin observed her closely but said not a word. Only when she looked up and smiled at him did he ask her if she already felt its effect, and then he started to tell her more about the effectiveness and healing powers of the nard blossoms. Fidell listened to his words, full of curiosity, and for the first time she felt excited to find out more about the art of healing.

After a while, Cerin decided to go to the forest to collect herbs, and he asked Fidell if she wanted to join him. She nodded gladly and jumped up. They left the small cabin and went on their way.

Cerin guided her through the dense forest and Fidell realized with surprise that, despite the dense canopy of leaves above and the weak sunlight that barely touched the forest floor, there were all kinds of plants growing here.

“This is the power of our goddess,” Cerin said dreamily and came to a stop. “Gaia embraces everything and bestows us with life. She is everywhere – in the air, the earth, even within us.”

“But why then is there this oppressive silence?” Fidell whispered. She felt unsettled and she looked around. Discomfort rose inside her and she could feel her hackles rising.

Something was wrong.

Cerin looked at her and nodded earnestly but didn’t answer. Instead, he mumbled something in a language Fidell couldn’t understand.

A gentle light now radiated from him and a faint wind came up, lifting him into the air. The hissing of the leaves in the wind suddenly sounded like music and it made Fidell shiver. Fascinated, she observed the whole thing and didn’t dare to move or even breathe.

A few moments later, Cerin opened his eyes again and looked at her with an earnest, alarmed look.

“Your education has to wait. Follow me!” With these words he turned on his heels and ran back the way they had come.

Fidell barely managed to keep up with him, but somehow she did and eventually she was able to catch up to him. Completely out of breath, she reached Ceven and they came to a halt. Cerin walked past her and Fidell discovered to her surprise that not even the faintest hint of exhaustion clung to him.

“Nell!” he shouted in a loud voice and stopped. “Nell!”

It took a moment before Nell peeked out of a cabin and looked at him questioningly. She pushed away the fabric that covered the entrance and stepped out, followed by Elantris.

“You look worried,” Nell said and examined him closely. She squinted her eyes to narrow slits. A dark apprehension rose inside her.

Elantris gazed at Fidell, who was still trying to catch her breath.

“What happened?” she asked, surprised and anxious at the same time. “What have you done to her?” She walked over to Fidell.

“I am … alright,” she gasped and smiled shyly.

“Our world is going to die if Gaia doesn’t return,” Cerin said with a shaking voice and looked at Nell with earnest eyes. He was sure she could feel it as well. “I was able to feel the fear residing in Meera’s heart and preventing her from controlling her powers. Her power will destroy our world if she doesn’t calm down!”

Nell snorted something incomprehensible and angrily shook her head. “I will free her, even if it costs my life! This time the Nuín have gone too far!”

“But do you know where they’ve taken her?” Elantris asked, worried.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Nell answered, clenching her fists. “But most certainly they’ve taken her to their home.”

“And that is where?” Elantris asked.

Nell glared at her and thought about it. She only had a hunch of where the Nuín’s lair was, but that was enough for her. Without answering Elantris’s question, she turned on her heels and vanished inside the cabin.

“I will accompany her,” Elantris said and nodded to Cerin. Then she looked at Fidell with an agonized smile. “Will you take care of Fidell while I’m gone?

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