Refuge

On the way, although we remained in silence, he still held me in contempt for a power that he did not know how to welcome, and identify its true nature, and whose omnipotence destabilized his mind.

This path seemed so far and so short at the same time, walking beside him that he was angry, sad or not.

Three people had come to meet us, the line had not changed, we walked for hours and hours, probably almost two days, to their location. Yriane and a young man ran to meet us, me and my blond girl friend hugged each other with tears in our eyes. The introductions took place as informally as possible, as strong bonds were really easy to form in this kind of case. But we didn't waste time to discuss, already Yrinane and her friend led us to a secondary refuge, to look after Seiran, before setting out for a certain main residence.

On the way, my blond friend told me that she was surprised to see only the other girl arriving instead of me, but as she was very beautiful, she joked, finally being able to laugh at this almost impossible escape, she forgave her. The beautiful Aurora told her what had happened, then they waited as agreed until daybreak, but not seeing me appear, they had to decide to leave for her friend's house.

The house was marked with a spell that warned him of the presence of intruders and their intentions. As the friend, long lost, did not detect anything evil, he decided to go welcome his visitors. Yriane was for him a childhood friend, while the girl of the dawn by a great coincidence was his cousin, a cousin by marriage, daughter of the second husband of the sister of his father. Her aunt, a great metal magician, left to live in the city when she separated from her first husband and married the second, who offered her everything, a long-desired child, which she almost gave up the idea of because of her unstable sterility, and a love that she never got from her first husband. Because of her noble blood, her aunt was forced to marry this marquis whose name escaped me completely and that I didn't care, the poor bride who became a marquise in spite of herself, had to live twenty decades with this monster, a husband who was only in name, and who almost made her unable to give birth, until she finally met the great love of her life of astonishing longevity, and who gave her the necessary courage to break the doors of her golden but sickening prison. And the little girl born of this consolidated marriage of such love, arrived with a beauty and great kindness. As a gift to a woman who was forced to suffer to finally get there.

Arriving in front of a deserted field, the black earth for only sight. Yriane's friend knelt down, and traced fascinating writings at a precise point in a diagonal, some kind of baroque hieroglyphs, at the same time he murmured an incantation while pouring his blood on the strange symbols, and put both hands on it.

The earth rose, moved with incredible intensity and without any of us expecting it, took us to the places of the underworld with terrifying force and speed.

The underworld was a vast place filled with magic. Every wall was engraved with spells and formulas for protection and healing. I was very surprised and impressed, for I could already feel my wounds slowly healing and my vitality returning. But I also noticed that the place seemed deserted.

Continuing my analysis of the place, I noticed that the corridors were quite varied, and that each of them contained at least ten cellars, spacious and comfortable, but completely empty.

Yriane and her friend invited us to enter one of them, which only half surprised me because I felt the presence of a rather considerable protective magic. The young magician, moreover, beamed, put a hand on the wall and, muttering opening formulas, made symbols shine all over the interior of the cave. Then, a few seconds later, we all found ourselves at the entrance to the rock chamber, and everything inside changed.

A couple appeared to greet them. A rather fleshy couple, which surprised me enough, considering the hazardous situation we were all in.

Yriane's young friend rushed into the woman's arms.

- Sorry uncle, I didn't have time to warn you about the other newcomers, but since Yriane vouched for them, not to mention the fact that the judgment spell didn't detect any ill will in them, I took the liberty of bringing them here.

Then turning to us, he introduced us.

- Uncle, aunt, I present to you the sovereign Seiran and his friend Dania, the newcomers, from what I know, they come from the kingdom of the flying. Prince Seiran, Dania, my uncle André Lécrange and my aunt Rouline Bépole.