The Easel Chronciles: The Golden Gates

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Aravoen and Leonora were not seen anywhere throughout the whole day. Mendrek knew what was brewing in the pots of fate and he had to talk to the council of elves.

As he sat waiting for them in the leaf hall, which Stareonor had been so kind to lend them, he thought of the sins that were showing everywhere.

One by one all the members of the wizard council magically appeared in the leaf hall. When all had settled in the chairs around the table, Akasha woke Mendrek from his wandering mind walk.

“Ah,” he said. “You all came, thank you. Now we all know what is happening do we not?”

“We do not read the signs as you do, grand wizard,” Corical said.

“The signs are in our favour,” Mendrek cried. “The winds of fate have blown in the favour of the Easel and all the good peoples of Elasia. Things turn away from Sarzgat’s favour now.”

“How do you know this, My Lord?” Cidarcorin asked.

“The signs, of course.”

“What signs, Mendrek? What are they? Tell us,” Fedora cried, hot and bothered.

“Well, let me go to the beginning,” Mendrek said. “When Eldon came he discovered the secret that Sarzgat guarded so well. But now, we all know it and the task was accomplished by one of Eldon’s mighty line.”

“Aravoen is the one the prophecy of Mitnra speaks about,” Mendrek said. “And I hate to say that Leonora is the other.”

“How do you know this?” Akasha asked.

“Aravoen destroyed the edelsteins and lost one part of himself forever. In Earose, he helped settle family grievances within Hauma’s family. He managed to get elves and dwarves on the same horses to aid Hauma, and we all know that is next to the impossible. He led an army and won a great victory.”

Mendrek stood up and walked around the room with his staff making a clanking sound on the floor. He talked at length. “The acceptance that Golair was denied will be passed on to Aravoen, or should I say, Elurin. The Ebrithians grow tired of their Eluncil. They have to fight the grendels as well. A losing war, that one is. But if we remember the prophecy, Edelrich remind us.”

In his hoarse gruff voice, Edelrich said, “He that shall be accepted will achieve the impossible. Ebrithia will be on the verge of losing the war to the grendels, when he will come to restore the dignity in the line of Ervudor. They will call him Ervudor and accept him. Elliyon will accept him and name him the renewer of hope. And he will be a descendant of me through the womb of an elf, and shall be like his father, and he too will find love in the highest of races and in the highest of that race.”

“Yes, well Mendrek I do not see it at all,” Fedora said.

“Aravoen has done the impossible,” Mendrek cried. “He united elves and dwarves. The Ebrithians lose the war and Aravoen is worried, Aravoen lost his mother but her place in his heart was taken.”

“By Leonora,” Cidarcorin said slowly. His expression changed as he began to make sense of the signs.

Mendrek went on, “Yes, Leonora is the highest in the highest race of Elasia. There, you see Fedora, is where the signs directly point to Aravoen as the restorer of the line of Ebill.”

“I see, Mendrek,” Fedora admitted. “But how do we get him to go to Ebrithia? And worse, Stareonor will not allow the heir to the throne of Elvhelm to fall in love with a half elven prince.”

“Stareonor has no say,” Akasha said, “because he will be too late to stop it. The two are already in love, why do you think that no one has seen them today?”

Mendrek sat and looked at the table thoughtfully. All the wizards and witches were lost in their own thoughts on the matter.

“Aravoen must be told to leave for Ebrithia immediately,” Cidarcorin announced.

“No, not now,” Mendrek and Akasha cried together.

“Let him enjoy the love of his future queen,” Eadella and Corical said in unison.

“But it is a future we hope for, and it is almost lost,” Edelrich and Minarin cried. “Almost a shadow in our hopes, but still achievable.”

“I will tell him,” Akasha said. “After a few days.”

The council was dissolved as the wizards went out to meet the elves and some went back to Horowitz. Mendrek and Akasha sat alone when the rest had left.

“You see the difficulty the rest cannot see, Akasha,” Mendrek said, “is that there is very little hope that it will pass. Eleonor knew all the contents of the prophecy; that is why she protected her son to the very pits of the golden gates.”

“Hope, Mendrek hope,” Akasha cried. “Eleonor wants us all to have it. For the sake of her son we should have it.”

Mendrek nodded and stood, with a swipe of his hand a white flame passed through his hand. It settled on his palm and he blew it.

“Like every fire is extinguished,” he said, “so shall the evils of Sarzgat be extinguished from the lands. That is if the banner of Ebill is flown and the whole north unites under it to fight Sarzgat.” He clenched his hand and the fire disappeared in a mask of white smoke.

“And they will.”

“But there i the problem of the tears drying up,” Mendrek said. “That could also be another future.”

He left a smiling Akasha in the hall. She got up and followed him out of the room.

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