Beginning of understanding

The next day we decided to have a meeting. We gathered in a room filled with natural objects that had been a source of magic for revitalization since the beginning of time. Even the Duchess and Silver Master Charlouse made the effort to attend.

- Well, for those of you who don't know me yet, I am Abios, but you can shorten it to Abi. Simply Abi.

I was ashamed that I had never asked his name to this reliable and smiling friend of Yriane, when he was the one who devoted himself to go to our rescue. And I understood the reason which prevented the beautiful Oriana to come to join us the day before, because today, she was dressed like a doll of princess. A dress of oscillating shade between the pink and the purple, of several folds, the vaporous hair styled on the side thanks to a big celestial blue ribbon, the face made up abundantly but delicately, the nails varnished of red blood and the legs wrapped in stockings and the so delicate feet enclosed in purple ballerinas to talent. This was obviously beyond her comprehension as well as mine, so she preferred to keep quiet and accept all the eccentricities of her mother, which she seemed to like in spite of everything.

- Let's start the meeting.

For about a hundred years, no, a hundred and twenty-four years to be exact, this curse has struck us with its evils. And to our surprise, and despair, while magic is great and limitless, no one has yet been able to find a cure or a power strong enough to defeat this curse.

- I don't think any of us will be able to counter such darkness, created without question by hatred and revenge. Supposedly uncle Lécrange, running a pudgy hand through his shiny hair.

- And why?

- Because simply it is a Zeog. Announced Oriana like a death sentence by posing her luminous glance on each one of us.

Everyone, except me of course, was stunned by this statement.

- Zeog ? I said timidly, hesitating to break the shocked silence that followed this devastating announcement.

- Zeog," Seiran said, putting a hand to his mouth, becoming very weary and pensive.

- But how can you be sure, my dear?" asked her mother, taking her in her arms.

- Because they told me so. And the beautiful heiress turned to me, taking me as a witness.

- You remember very well the group of mercenaries who almost killed me if you hadn't intervened.

I nodded to confirm her words.

- It was their leader who said it, knowing, or rather, believing that I would not make it.

- But what is it? I insisted, more and more impatient to be informed of the truth. Then my blond girl was the one who devoted herself to answer me. Shaking herself as she could, she turned to me, and forced herself to speak.

- Zeog. These people are the most powerful beings in the magical world, so powerful that they themselves have taken the name of zeog, which means in the oldest and most beautiful magical language that only royalty have the right to use - absolute monarch.

- Absolute monarch?

- Yes. My blond friend repeated as if she were talking to an idiot, which amused me. Beings so strong and gifted that they created this name of omnipotence on their own.

I shook my whole body when I heard this terrible definition.

- They are even so strong," Seiran continued this time with a most anxious expression, "that they have been able to create a whole world for themselves. An infinite and diverse world, free enough to allow them to give free rein to all their magic and fantasy. There are no laws governing it.

- So if it is one or maybe even several Zeog who are at the origin of such a spell.

- Then only they will be able to put an end to it.

- We all should have thought of that.

- So now that we are sure of the origin of the plague, what are we going to plan to stop it.

- But isn't there a law to stop these Zeog or whatever they are from doing in your magical world? I asked with a frown.

- An absolute law even, the only one that should be completely inviolable. certified the ruler of the flying. But in the end, it's all about power.

- I see. This son of hybrid blood is a Zeog too, isn't he? I asked, though I didn't need to hear the answer to be sure.

- In a way, yes, and it is more urgent than ever to find him.

- Magic is diminishing, the plague is not only destroying, no, it is stealing the specific and wondrous abilities of every realm it touches. The shadow realm of Dirius, the empire of dreams, Orios, even the realm of Reina.

- Reina...the name sounded strangely wonderful to my ears at that moment, although it was quite common.

- Reina," Seiran explained again, "the beautiful empress of the empire of blue light, the only magician who has ever been able to cross the borders of the world of Zeog.

- Did she? But how?

- I can't say, although she possesses unimaginable powers, and carries the magic of astral light within her, I am still of a higher level than she is, therefore, she should never have had the ability to cross the inviolable wall that separates our two worlds, also known as the Zeogios border. But she did. So...

- But we didn't need to find that out until later," the duchess firmly interrupted them, "right now we need to find a way out of this kingdom.

- And here we are, all back to the same point, remarked Abi with a certain weariness. But the newcomers still don't know anything about the process. So I'll tell them what we all know. To get out of here, there is a way, but impossible for us to fill it, as you already know the royalty of our world has been decimated, and no heir in the line.

- Seiran...I murmured hesitantly.