The Nine Tempus: Chapter Two

In the Court of the High King. Its gallery displayed the dawn of a new era.

Kneeling, Aavya broke the ice, “A seer, indeed I am. From my inception, Tamas grows weak, for his essence is subtly submerged in me. So here is my voice, and take it with a grain of malice, but take it, for inaction may lead to an untimely demise. Catch the siege from the right on the back of a flame-wielding flight.”

“I accept the repercussions, whatever they may pronounce.”, lordly spoke the high king.

Aavya cuts across the traverse line on his palm, marking the floor from his blood, “(In Antique speech, he chants) Ikedevo Plethorium!”

An armour of extraordinary charm, crested by a griffin and crafted with gold, materializes upon the king’s flesh, and a whistle embedded with gems of ruby, diamond, red coral, emerald, hessonite garnet, cat's eye, amethyst, and yellow and blue sapphire in Aavya's manly grip.

“The tunes of this instrument shall summoun the wearer’s desire, which is thy, my king. To the depth of passion reflected by the percussions of the player's soul, my soul.”, A melody of divine complexion echoed through every nook and cranny. As the verse progressed, Aavya’s face lost luster. He concludes his spell-binding notes with an obscure line, “Nothing precious is without cost.”

The sole man faints apparently to necro hands of death, and a three-headed, eighteen-tailed, raven-complexed dragon descends from the heavens. Heeding to the cues of King, Santanarayan.

The High King, once smitten by rhythm, now spoke in sorrow, “Too mesmerizing was your piece. I lost my senses to thy art. Once in a blue moon, either, I am but selfish. Forgive me, sire, for I can’t foresee the betrayal of my senses. I am no longer worthy of your magnificent designs imbued with souls of providence. Anakdian, you shall now lead to the city of Shesha in the newborn Aavya, the flying serpent. Learn about the second bit of the prophecy, and take steps to fulfill it.”

The court was baffled for the boy was merely seven.

"That's preposterous!", exclaimed the prime minister, Amateya. Gauging upon the utter attention summoned by his mere sentence, he clarified, "Your grace, I may have spoken out of turn, but he's not only not a man, but also the sole mixed blood in our Kingdom. His loss is irrevocable, especially after this... (He glances upon Aavya.)"

"From restrains at my castle to the freedom to explore the world! I am grateful for the promotion, Santa bro!", bashfully outspoke Anakaddin.

"Seems his father parted his unchivalrous manners before departing to his fate.", whispered the home minister, Selene.

Prime Minister- Watch your words--

The High King intervenes, "You remind me of your father, short-lived but brave. Contrary to the panoramic opinion, I wish you a long life. Elven instincts are too prideful to rely upon science and anger the deities of magic, and we are slow learners. The one quarter-backing this expedition must have him in his veins, the best of both worlds.", with passion, he intones, "Cast a melody of science and magic, which will echo a harmony across this doomed age of chaos. Upon Dragonback, leave for the City of Shesha to the East."

"The High King has lost it" was the general consensus.

-To Be Continued...
Signing out, Your Friendly Enigma,

Pristine Red