Within the days as shadows filled the lands, a golden spark moved like a swift blade cutting through the darkness. The Silver Scepter led by a golden being surged through ravaged settlents. Where others retreated, he advanced, where hope was lost, his presence was a mighty beacon. Like a single beam of light illuminating an entire room. Wherever he went, it strikes fear to the souls of demonic beings and monsters.
The first settlent, spoke of a golden-eyes warrior who violently tore through the red hoard of the undead. His obsidian blade pierced the hearts of their leaders as they writhed and disintegrate into ash. Like the storm itself, he strode into the battle with the aura of a heavenly being. Even mortals without an inner core, could not resist but submit. The air around him crackled with gold. His strikes, more powerful than the all of Corhan's storms combined, left glowing golden streaks on the earth, molten as though awakening an underground beast.
Was this a truly a mortal man? Or a god sent to vanquish evil?
Chaos had already consud the second settlent but the ti the silver legion had arrived. But with the might of the silver soldiers and their mighty leader, victory soon claid the land. The evacuation was swift while they slaughtered the malibreeds, jaws bloody with flesh and bone. The warriors gave an equally vicious blow. With calm authority, the golden-eyed lord broke through the ranks of his enemies. The storm gathered for him and refined his strength.
Everyone swore they witnessed the air glistening with gold. Like a sign, a blessing from the heavens. Like the scene of a Golden Dragon vanquishing the remnants of evil in the first war.
Word spread quickly like wildfire. Whether it was the third settlent, fourth or fifth… each were left bewildered and saved. Fate beca certain.
As more and more settlents were rescued, a title was carved into the people's tongue.
The Knight of the Golden Dragon…
The na was spoken in awe, gratitude and fear. A fitting description of the man gilded with gold. However, the sa man refused any kind of praise but the only those who upholded the Silver Scepter's patron, the Child God and his beloved follower, the Lynari. The Lynari, who hands helped built the crystals who would devour the Kron and protect lives. And so hundreds of prayers were offered. The influence, spreading far and wide.
Where Lord Hercullio walked,he brought lightning and hope.
"The Golden Dragon's Knight… I could only imagine the look on his face…" Lord Na'El smiled as he gazed at the young man sharing tea with him.
Moulin responded, "He would look as inexpressive as a rock in a hundred-year-old cave."
"Ahh, I think he'd love that title more… whatever na you utter, I believe he'd accept with open arms." A chuckle escaped from the elf's mouth. "It's been too long hasn't it?"
The cup approaching Moulin's lips paused, "Yes… perhaps he would be returning after settling the affairs in Helios."
Which would perhaps… take quite a while…
After a few minutes, Moulin excused himself and the elf happily let him go, knowing the youth next schedule was sothing Moulin was personally eager to do.
Arriving within the Arcan Chambers, his presence caused a delighted pulse of mana from the runes of the walls. A soft smile graced the youth's face as he approached the pedestal.
"Splendid morning, Morhas…"
'I have been waiting…' The Chrysolite responded. 'Though I expect you to be much earlier…'
"I am burdened with many things but how could I ever miss a session like this?" Moulin smiled.
'Intrigued you since the very first ti, I believe…'
"Indeed…" Silver eyes deepened.
Throughout the past week, Moulin surrendered himself to Moulin's guidance in using the Chrysolite to resonate with the Arcan Conduits. Before, he had co to share his consciousness to so parts of the Arcan Conduits, but as a quick learner himself, he mastered it swiftly and now… he aid to use the crystals as his eyes to the world.
Moulin slowly raised his hands with his palms facing the light of the pulsing Chrysolite. 'Let's try it once more…'
…..
The grand welco of the Helios's High Lord was had passed but it left pride and happiness to linger in the air for days. The na of Lord Hercullio and the Lynari had spread wide and Helios was one of the firsts settlents to hear the news of their contributions. The people of Helios instantly felt pride and awe buzzing in their souls. And with the return of their great High Lord, how could they not hold a grand welco no matter how brief his visits were?
At the center of the vast square, connecting all the districts of Helios. A crowd gathered around a fountain while soldiers in silver armor removed the existing statue, and assembled the stone tower of the main Arcan Conduit of the base. The sentinels of Helios stood in a circular barrier around the area to prevent people from interrupting the construction and rituals.
"How beautiful…" A little boy spoke in awe. His eye blue and white pupils gazed admiringly at the tower slowly being assembled.
"Erthyl!" A voice made the child flinched.
"Erthyl! There you are…" A young woman panted, as she reached to hold the hand of the child within the crowded area. Her green eyes were brimming with worry. "Don't run off like that… Milady would be very worried if you disappear on us again."
"Pola, isn't it pretty?" Erthyl pointed towards the blinking crystal carved on top of the structure. The gem glistened brightly like a star.
Pola paused and followed the child's gaze. Her eyes trembled as she pressed her lips together. "Yes, it's very precious… young master Moulin must have worked so hard to accomplish such a significant artifact."
The child nodded. His eyes brightened, twinkling in admiration the mont his savior was ntioned. He couldn't wait for the day to et him again…
Suddenly, a sound of surprise filled the crowd. Stretching his neck to get a better look, Erthyl wondered what the commotion was about? With a helpless look, Pola carried the child in her arms.
The first thing that caught the child's eye was a tall familiar man approaching the Arcan Conduit. Garbed in silver armor, the man stood before the structure. Bright golden eyes deeply fell upon the glowing arcan crystal embedded at the top of the tower.
Silence filled the area as everyone watched their High Lord, basking in his greatness and admiring him from afar. He looked like he ca from a painting. The won swooned with yearning eyes. However, they knew there was only one person in the lord's eyes.
Hadrian intently stared at the crystal. The bond inside him strung, sending shivers throughout every bit of flesh. It sang as the arcan crystal released a steady stream of purifying mana.
"Moulin…" He uttered.
The soldiers looked at their High Lord in surprise, witnessing the look of awe in those golden pupils. Hadrian paid no attention to those around him and stared at the Arcan Conduit in anticipation.
The glow from the crystal flickered as though responding to him. Golden eyes widened…
"Your Excellency …" A familiar voice called from behind.
Hadrian made a sound of acknowledgnt which enabled the man to continue. "Lord and Lady Fraunces would like to invite you to dinner."
The attendant's voice was soft enough to only be heard by the prominent man in front of him.
"I shall join them tonight." Hadrian responded without turning around. "They must be concerned with the wellbeing of the youngest master… "
With a nod, the attendant smiled, "The young master Moulin has been away for months. They are eager to hear every single news about him. Parents worry all the ti…"
"They don't need to worry…" The golden-eyed man spoke. "He holds the power of the heavens, and is loved by many… the gods would not forsake their beloved creation."
"… I shall make sure of it."
I will be his eternal protector… To swear no evil shall touch even a single strand of his hair… And the reason behind his every smile…
The attendants lowered their heads, internally agreeing to his every word. Suddenly, Lord Hadrian bowed his head in worship before the heavenly structure. And like a chain reaction, others followed him actions, praises and prayers resounding within their hearts. In silence they bowed in reverence.
A magnificent scene no one could forget, especially for Moulin…
The sight blurred before it vanished within Moulin's vision. The youth stood before the Chrysolite as his hands slowly fell. The thunderous beating of his heart was deafening. Heat rose from his neck to his face making his cheeks red as tomatoes.
In the end, he could not help but cover his face with both hands. Hiding himself even though there was no one else in the chamber except Morhas.
'It seems you are quite pleased…' The deity's voice had a bit of a teasing tone. It made Moulin want to slap a hand on his mouth, if he had one.
Moulin pressed his lips together…
Morhas wanted to sigh out loud. With just a glance… anyone could already tell how deep your feelings are to each other…
Hadrian's declaration imprinted itself into Moulin's mind until the end of the day. Even as the skies darkened and everyone retreated to rest, Moulin stayed awake until he finally buried himself under the blankets in embarrassnt.
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