Darkness Binding 3: Part One
Five figures stood in a circle at the center of a darkened
room. Large stones of obsidian made up the walls and ceiling, while what seemed
like nothing but shadow made up the floor. There were no designs on the walls,
and the only lighting came from the narrow opening at the center of the ceiling,
which focused the moonlight within the circle. Each of the figures wore a dark,
brown cloak over their bodies, leaving all but their faces uncovered, which were
all painted shadow. In the circle was a male Nimmo, Lenny and Jetsam, as well
as a female Krawk and Mynci.
They stared into the moonlight on the floor,
remaining quiet and motionless. While the others remained still, the Lenny softly
spoke with a deep, yet projected voice, "Did the rest of you hear that?"
The Krawk rose her head and softly said, "We
cannot allow this. Something has to be done."
The Jetsam quietly stated, "This will be a disaster
if it happens."
The Nimmo lowered his head and asked, "Shall
one of us try to correct it?"
The Mynci replied, "No, it's too dangerous.
We must find one more able. If we try to leave, we will be unable to return."
The Jetsam looked at the Mynci and protested
while still remaining monotone, "We cannot do nothing. This is balance we are
talking about. Perhaps a disciple can go."
The Lenny then said to the him, "No, they are
not ready. They know too little about it. We should call upon the one who is
already involved in it. It is our only hope."
The Krawk replied, "Very well, I shall send
for a messenger. Once he arrives, we will have not a moment to lose. Preparations
must be made quickly."
The Krawk left through the door to the north,
and the others returned to their original body positions and closed their eyes.
This time, they were humming softly.
Meanwhile, on Mystery Island, the sun shined
down brightly onto the land. A cool breeze kept the area from becoming too hot,
but did not make it very cold at the same time. Clouds lightly scattered the
sky, but it was clear enough where there was no chance of rain. The people on
the island went about their day joyfully, for it was very beautiful.
Two familiar faces stood outside the Tiki Tack
shop. There was Cray, a red Grarrl with black eyes and a shadow staying over
his body, and Yorvick, a blue Draik who was very well-kept. The two discussed
whether they had enough money to make their visit worth while.
"Well, we could probably get a few bottles of
colored sand," said Cray.
Yorvick shook his head, "It's sand. Sand can
be gotten at the beach. If anything, we might as well get a toy sail boat."
Cray replied, "Well we can get those for free
over at Tombola. We might as well wait until we get enough to buy something
"Well, perhaps we can go get some money from
those Myncies over at the volleyball courts," suggested Yorvick while looking
in the direction of the nets.
As the two of them turned around, Cray suddenly
shuddered. Afterwards, he didn't take a step, but looked over his shoulder instead.
Yorvick looked back as well to see a short, robed Meerca beside the Tiki Tack
hut. The Meerca's black robes shrouded his features, but Cray turned back around
to approach him anyway.
Yorvick reached up and put a hand on Cray's
shoulder, but Cray kept walking. Yorvick's hand slipped off of Cray and so she
followed behind, though it was a short distance. Standing a mere foot away from
the Meerca, Cray extended his arm and said, "Good to see you, Livata. I assume
this isn't a social call."
The Meerca, Livata, extended his arm and they
shook one another's hand. "No, it's not. It is still good to see you, though.
I was sent by the council to request you back."
The two lowered their arms and Cray asked, "When
do they want me back and why?"
"Now, and for dire reasons," he said, "that
is all I was told. Apparently something has them rather spooked."
Yorvick stepped into the conversation, "What
council is that, Cray?"
He turned to Yorvick and answered, "The same
one I had to go to the last time I left. Hopefully this won't take too long."
Out of great curiosity, Yorvick said, "I'm coming
with you this time."
The Meerca immediately rose up on his tail and
narrowed his eyes. "No outsiders are allowed," he protested, "Especially outsiders
with strong auras of light."
Yorvick leaned in closer and demanded, "I will
go to see them. It's about time I see the people whose decisions made my life
The two remained in a staring match until Cray
broke their concentration by putting his hand between them. Quietly, he said,
"He is coming with me, Livata. The council will not be pleased, but I will handle
them. He deserves to come along, anyway."
The Meerca lowered himself to the ground, but
did not look happy with the decision. With a respectful bow to Cray, he left
them as he hurried to the north. Cray turned around and began walking back towards
his home, and Yorvick followed behind.
During their walk, Yorvick asked, "What exactly
is this council? All I've been able to gather from you is that they're knowledgeable
of dark magic, if not masters of it, but that's it. What's the big deal with
Cray continued walking as he answered. "They
are the five forms of darkness. Each one represents a different physical form
of dark energy within. There is darkness inhabited, darkness twisted, darkness
pure, darkness harnessed, and darkness creator. Together, they look after the
realm of shadows to make sure everything is at balance between in world and
theirs. The fact that they're calling a novice like me in means they're needing
every man they can get."
"I only understood about half of that," responded
Yorvick. "You could have just said they're the guardians of darkness. At least,
that's what I got out of it."
Cray sighed, "Well, I suppose that's the shortened
version of it. I was just trying to tell you why these people are the ones who
are acting as guardians. Their individual experience and power put them where
they are now. They all have a long tale associated with their abilities."
They came upon a house painted a rather dark
shadow of gray along the trim. It was a single story without windows on any
of the walls. The solid brick walls were rough with little space made between
them. The door was the same color as the trim, and wore nothing more than the
Cray opened the door and the two went inside,
where it was extremely dark. When the door was closed behind Yorvick, he rose
up a hand as it lit up. Yorvick looked to Cray and said to him, "Would it kill
you to get some lights? At least a candle would do."
Cray walked into the first room to the left
of the entrance as he answered with a smirk, "I see just fine in the dark. Maybe
you should get use to the dark, old friend."
In the room were walls adorned with markings
painted with black paint. They were not in a language known to Yorvick, causing
him to shine his light upon them with great curiosity. While he did that, Cray
walked to the far wall. Standing up against the wall was a large mirror, but
it held no reflection. The glassy surface held only a black void.
Cray looked back at Yorvick and sighed, "If
you really want to meet this council, you will have to come with me through
the shadows to get to them. It's faster that we do it this way instead of taking
the long way."
Yorvick looked to Cray with confusion. Out of
morbid curiosity, he asked, "What would I expect from the shadows?"
Cray thought for a moment about how to explain
it. Then, he answered, "Time will stand still in your mind. A second will seem
like an hour. You will see nothing, but feel a strange tingling. It might be
somewhat unsettling for a first timer without training in darkness."
After taking a gulp, Yorvick replied, "Why not
take the long way? I'm sure it'll feel better."
Cray shook his head in disappointment and said,
"This place is in the far north. It's a very small and isolated box canyon near
Terror Mountain. The way if very treacherous, which is why people don't know
about it or visit it. All that's there is a few shelters and the temple where
the council stays. Even if we survive the journey, it'll take a long time, and
they wanted me there soon."
Yorvick took a deep breath and stepped up to
the mirror. Cray stepped next to him and put his hand on Yorvick's shoulder.
With a push, the two entered the mirror at the same time. A quick chill ran
through Yorvick's body as they passed through. The feeling of Cray's hand remained
on him, but the rest of his body felt it was floating in cold water. His body
has freedom of movement as there was nothing physical to rest on. He tried to
look around, but he was blind in that place.
Suddenly, Yorvick felt as if his entire body
was being pulled upward. His breath suddenly left him until there was a bright
flash. He felt cold, but mainly on his back. As his sense of balance returned,
he realized he was laying on the ground and was in the frozen mountains. His
body felt as if it was in pain, and he gasped to replace the breath he had lost.
Cray looked over him with a hand offered and
said, "Come, get up. We're here."
To be continued...