Darkness Is Coming

Back In Velmoria;

Third Person's Narrative;

"You betrayed me! "Solrath thundered from his throne, and the room reverberated at the anger in his voice. The old woman who stood at the centre of the empty hall trembled - shaken by his fury.

"The boy was dying, "She answered simply. Not daring to raise her voice at Solrath who looked like a god of death on his throne.

"And to save him, you put my daughter's life in danger!? "He demanded, and the woman closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully.

One wrong word and Solrath would burn her to crisps where she stood.

"You know how dangerous their union is. Or have you forgotten the prophecies you threw in my face years ago? "He raged further, and the elderly woman sighed. 

"I know the prophecy, King! And that is exactly why I know their union is the only thing that can save us. "She replied sternly, and Solrath fell silent as he glared at her. 

The light of the torches on the wall bounced off her completely white hair. Against the night outside, she seemed to shine. Like a being that has spent a considerable amount of time in the presence of the gods. 

Her completely white eyes stared at him, and he knew she couldn't see a thing but somehow, her eyes were fixed on him.

 Glaring at him. Like she was angry.

How could she be angry? He was the only one here with a right to be. She is the reason his daughter is in another kingdom about to be married to a boy with powers far beyond the boy's control. So, how dare she be mad?

"You told me yourself. You said they were drawing close, and we had to keep them apart for the sake of the realm. Have you forgotten!? "He continued his interrogation, and she listened quietly.

He was allowed to be upset. After all, his daughters mean the world to him, and she just caused his youngest to be taken from him.

"Why did you go behind my back to tell them that she's his only salvation!? "He spat as he stood from his throne, and the woman let out a breath as she held on to her patience.

"Because she is, King Solrath. Without her, he will die, and if he dies, our realm will suffer. We need both of them to unite. "She explained, and Solrath clenched his fists as he marched down the steps before his throne.

He walked up to her and stood just a few inches away. Searching his mind for reasons not to have her locked up in a dungeon for what she's done.

"What makes you think I care about him dying? I have spent the past 21 years protecting my daughter. And without consulting me, you threw her to the wolves! What happens if she starts remembering? If her powers start to surface… What answers will I give if she starts asking questions? "He demanded, and the woman looked away.

"Then, you will tell her the truth. "She replied, and his jaw dropped at the casual tone of her answer.

"Tell her the truth!? What then was the point of hiding it this entire time!? "He barked with anger turning his face red, and the woman looked up at him. Her completely white eyes stared right into his soul.

"There was no point. "She replied with her voice barely audible, and Solraths brows knotted in confusion.

"We… I… made a mistake. "She continued, and Solrath watched her. Hoping that somehow this stonejaw woman was miraculously cracking a joke.

"What do you mean? "He demanded with annoyance turning his heart to a battle drum in his chest.

"My eyes may have lost their sight, but I still see. I see better than a thousand sages combined, but even at that, I missed a detail. I understood the prophecy, but not the problem. "She replied as she turned her face away in shame, and King Solrath stepped back in shock.

"Yes. They have been reborn. Yes, if they have come together again, they might be a danger that will destroy the realm… But we have a bigger problem. "She began, Solrath pinched the bridge of his nose as he gawked at her. He was trying all he could to quiet the storm of emotions brewing inside him, but he couldn't. He felt it all. Fear, frustration… guilt, and failure as a father. It all twisted inside him like a bitter poison, and the words this woman kept dropping on him wasn't making things any better.

"There's a darkness coming, King Solrath. Chaos bigger than any of us have prepared for. You think the rebels are the worst of our problems, but you're wrong. There's darkness coming. Darkness thicker than the depths of hell, and faster than a pegasus. "She continued, and Solrath's face slowly fell at the seriousness in her voice.

"It is hungry, King Solarth. It is merciless. It is all-consuming. Realms outside ours have been devoured, and it is heading this way. I have spent months seeking. Trying to understand what it is, and how to stop it, but I have gotten no answer. All I know is that we need Mirelah and Kealith's union. 

Together, they might destroy the realm, but without them, the darkness will consume us all. And then, no union of kingdoms, not a hundred dragons, or the first kings of the realm would be able to save us. "She warned with an ominous chill in her voice. 

"So, you tell me. Did I make a mistake telling them the truth about Mirelah being his cure, or not? "She concluded, and Solrath stared at her in silence as he tried to process her words.

"I don't understand… What darkness is coming? "He asked, and the woman shook her head. Her earring jingling at the movement.

"I don't know. But it's old. Very old. And it is unforgiving. "She replied, and Solrath finally cracked.

"What do you mean you don't know!? You're a high seer, Isilya. You should be able to see years into the future, so how come you don't know what this is!? "He demanded in building panic, and she sighed.

"I don't know what it is, because it is older than time itself! Before me, before you. Before this realm. Before all the realms. It has existed. And for centuries, it has destroyed all along its path. This time, it's coming for us. We don't have much time left. Mirelah and Kealith need to understand the power they possess in each other and work with it. They are our only hope. Only they can stop the end of the world we know and love. "She explained, and Solrath staggered.

"She's just a child… "He whispered helplessly, and Isilya turned away.

"She's 21. You were only 19 when you took up the throne. Look how far you've brought your people. Do you have such little faith in her? "She questioned, and Solarth pressed his fingers against his lips as worry consumed him whole.

"I never trained her. "

"It doesn't mean she's not ready. "

"What if he hurts her? "He asked yet another question in his heart, and Isilya sighed.

"He will. And she will hurt him too. They were like that the first time too. "She informed, and Solrath's heart skips a bit.

"But pain isn't always bad. When you live in the comfort of safety for too long, you become useless out of it. She will face pain, Solrath. It's not a small battle ahead of her. Her heart, her mind, her body, her soul… It will all hurt. She will cry, and beg it to stop. She will break and be so close to ruin… But she will rise. That pain is exactly what will shape her. That pain is the only thing that can bring out the mother of dragons I hope will be ready when the darkness comes. "She spoke solemnly, and a tear slid down Solrath's face.

"With great power, comes great responsibility. You must be ready. As her father, you can only watch from the sidelines. You can't help. Pray to goddess Nyzvara to give her strength. Because she will need all the strength she can get. "