Dragon Realm
Episode 31
Two decaying figures staggered out of the room. Cabe only caught a glimpse of Tyr's face as the monstrous witch turned her head to look at him. It's the face of a damned man. Cabe swore that he would find a way to free them.
Azran gave a signal. An elaborate chair, more of a throne, appeared right behind him. Very satisfied, he sat down. Another spell releases the bonds that hold her captive.
"There! It should be more comfortable. I would, however, not recommend trying something stupid. The area around and including your seat has been set up as a kind of warning system. Do something distracting, or even wake up, and you will get a big surprise. Literally."
"What's going on now?"
"Now? Now I'm giving you your first lesson on how the wizarding world really works. Especially where the power comes in. ”
Cabe couldn't hide his interest. His father smiled.
“First of all, the titles warlock, sorceror, necromancer, enchanter, their female counterpart, and any terms I forgot to use interchangeably these days. Once, they each meant something specific. No more. Once the color lock becomes clear, anyone with the ability to control the power can raise themselves to the master level. This bullshit about the power of good and evil is nothing but nonsense! Some just choose different spectrum colors. I find darker shades much more efficient. Nathan can never understand that.”
Understand? Cabe felt that his grandfather understood very well. There was no doubt in his mind that choosing the dark side of the spectrum was the same as falling under the temptation of evil. Azran, as the one who gave up, could not see the truth more than any addict.
Azran mistook his attentive expression as a sign that Cabe was being won. He pushed. “The Dragon King also has magic. So, most of their names are colors. Even their skin takes on the color they have chosen to use.” He's stopped. “You might think that Iron, Ice, Crystals, and Storms are different from their brothers, but they are not. Have you studied the appearance of iron, metal? It has its own color. Not too blue, not too gray, not enough nothing. Crystals propagate the essence of the spectrum and, therefore, use many subtle fractions of each. Storm took its power from the lightning, and what was it besides the light itself? Ice posed a puzzle; he didn't seem to use the spectrum in any way. It'swrong. Ice is similar to Crystal; both spread color. Crystal takes the pure. Ice, which is impure. By standard, this makes him more evil than his fellow King.”
He smiled understandingly at Cabe, who was moving restlessly in that dangerous chair.
“Where have you been all this time?”
The change of direction completely paralyzed Cabe. "What?"
“I am, perhaps, the only one who will soon realize the difference—if I do not assume that you are dead. I know it takes a long time to grow up, but really.”.
Cabe shook his head. "I don't know. I don't remember anything strange or unusual about my childhood.”
“Well, we have to go back there next time. Are you hungry?"
Other sudden change of direction. Azran was undoubtedly insane and also evil. Cabe did not answer.
Cabe shook his head stiffly. Better to eat with the Golden Dragon yourself!
“Then I will leave you for a while. If you change your mind, speak up. One of my waiters”—dia showed something drifting in and out of the darkness—” will tell me. Goodbye, Cabe.”
Stylistically, the chair and the magician disappeared. A faint smell of sulfur floated near the poor young witch. She sneezed.
There is nothing to do but sit. Sit down and think. Not that the latter will probably do much good. Cabe felt himself too dependent on others. He should have had the strength, but without anyone teaching him properly, he was helpless.
Something fluttered near one of the windows. Not surprisingly, it was Seeker. He wasn't sure if it was the same and realized that it didn't matter. The creature swooped through the window and landed soundlessly on the stone floor.
Some forms separate themselves from the dark corners of the room. They're flying towards Seeker. The bird waved its claw hand towards them. The servants stopped in midair, remained there for a moment, and then returned to their lair—back! It was as if time had been turned around for Azran's pet.
With great grace, Seeker moves to Cabe, who is almost tempted to test the strength of his father's trap. However, something was holding him in his place. Not fear, he finds, but the need to know. To find out what this servant who is not a servant wants. Obviously it wasn't Cabe's death. That can be achieved quite easily.
The seeker extends his hand over the head of the other. Cabe stiffened, but his touch was soft. Not a pull that has been used other times. Instead, the bird was communicating. Communicate in such a way that Azran does not know it.
The words were not formed as he expected the half of them to be. Instead, the picture appears. The Plains of Hell, the road heading southwest to the Penacles, the sword, and then Azran. His intentions are clear: Seeker wants to free Cabe. In return, Cabe would reclaim the Horned Sword and use it to kill his father. It was no problem for him to fight Azran—that man was his parents naturally; there was no love of — but the odds were not too favorable to the young witch. Azran has many years of experience. He doesn't have any. There has to be another way.
The bird shook itself, a gesture that showed its annoyance. Pulling contact, it stared at the prisoner. The eyes were ancient and arrogant. Humans are a lesser form of it. That Azran forced the Seekers to do his bidding was an incredible humiliation, as far as the creature was concerned. All of this was very clear as if the pictures were shown to Cabe.
Back at the window, the creature stared at the captive once more. The head is tilted to one side, emphasizing the nature of the Seeker. When Cabe makes no sign of approval, a winged puzzle flies out the window. The witch candidate was left alone again, this time his hopes grew dimmer. If there was any hope of help from the Seekers, Cabe's lack of confidence had destroyed it.
SILVER, RED, AND Storm were the only ones called.
They are the only ones who are trusted.
Ice only cares about itself. Dragonrealms could sink into the sea for everything he cared about. Green let his humans be too free; the army of Zuu had increased the strength of the Gryphon army. The crystal is unknown and, therefore, not included. As for Black, the Dragon Emperor had suspicions about the ruler of the Gray Fog. They do not meet in their natural form. Instead, the four armored warriors deliberated in the large room. Even though they were dressed the same, it was easy to discern which one was mastering his companions.