Silence rang through the hall, no one daring to breath even if they did not need to. Eyes were on the slightly smaller god, staring at him as he scratched his arm. They all wanted to know how the humans were getting into Yareen but Ruavin did not know the answer. One day they just appeared in his labyrinth and they were coming in huge masses for no reason. The only thing Ruavin, the God of Dreams, knew was it was some drug that forced the humans to sleep so deeply Ruavin could not guide them away.
A sigh left his lips finally as he pushed the pale hair behind his ear before looking at his brother. “I do not know brother,”
He finally stated as he stood up. “I do not know how the humans managed to breach Yareen nor am I able to understand how I am unable to act and help them. The first band I was able to guide to some safety but now my powers are rendered useless,”
The pale haired god added as he stood up. The male longed to know how this drug could ignore his power and command but the answers were eluding him and the rest of the gods.
One by one they nodded, not pleased by the answer but accepting of it. They knew how frustrated the god was becoming and were not about to do anything to be at the end of Ruavin’s malice. The last time they angered their fellow god they found themselves in distress and all their plans for the humans sabotaged. Such an act may not seem like anything but to gods these plans were important and to have them ruined was the worse. They had to replot and wait till another human came into their grace.“Perhaps Lafia,Therudrim, and Aryor can keep an eye out in Verque while you check some dreams. Have you tried some of the dreams Rydul’s magister?”
Ell’eon, the little band of god’s leader and Ruavin’s brother asked. Ruavin leaned back, slightly snorting as he crossed his pale exposed arms against his chest. “Aye. I have scoured the Black City for information and all I have obtained is the very same information I shared with you earlier. Something drastic has changed in them Ell’eon. It has been increasingly difficult to connect to their minds as if they no longer care of us. Personally I hear less prayers a day.”
It was becoming an increasing worry for the god that this lack of prayers were linked to the fact that he could not control the Labyrinth like before. Prayers were the number one substance to the gods and without it their powers lessen.“I have noticed that too, Ell’eon. Perhaps I can check into it. The last time I was in Verque I know a minister of a false religion started to spew his lies about another god,”
Aryor suggested as she pushed a dark brown lock away from her sight and scowling slightly. Ell’eon nodded, “Do what is needed Aryor. Ruavin I be-”
he was cut off.
Ruavin was already standing and making to leave the garden they resided inside of. “I know Wymer is trying to leave again. I shall deal with him accordingly,”
he said lying slightly. King Wymer was probably adding a new rule to the outer walls of the Labyrinth so that others could be properly warned of the dangers that laid ahead.
In one step Ruavin was gone, as if he had never been.
Magister Alaric stood in front of the crowd; a sever look on his face as he held the scroll. The young man in front of him was an idiot. If he just accepted his daughter’s proposal than this man would be in the lap of luxury. No. Instead he foolishly broke the beautiful Isolda’s heart and spat on it. For such a crime the sentence needed to be equal; a death sentence.“The verdict is guilty for plotting with Magister Urban the assassination for myself. I am sorry, young man, but the evidence points to this treason along with the witnesses who testified against you. As fitting for your crimes you will be sent to the Labyrinth. If, by chance, you are innocent then the gods shall guide you to safety. Only then will your charges be dropped. Sir Baldwin take the prisoners away,”
the man said, sneering at the thought of the gods. There were only two gods; Asotasr and Theodulus. There was no such thing as Ell’eon and Mavain nor does Sumafel and Vynnarisa exist; none of them were real. They were just stories told by old men and women who believed in pure lies. Those poor souls. However the graying man could not worry because he had to prepare the drug and console his beloved daughter.
Ruavin ran his fingers across the scratches on the wall, easily reading what it said. They were the “rules” but were really more like advice that Wymer so kindly supplied. Throwing a smile to the once King he rested a hand on the scaly head. Sometime in the King’s life in Yareen he became something other than a human; a dragon. With that he also became increasingly loyal to Ruavin though Ell’eon had yet to realize that.
Moving a bit further down the long body he gracefully pulled himself on the creature’s back. His silk robe fell from one shoulder as Wymer gracefully moved into the air and made to the surrounding forest.
Alaric stepped out with the vial of clear liquid. Just a drop would be needed to induce these criminals into a long sleep. If the magister was lucky enough some would die on their first visit. Handing off the vial to his second in command (Baldwin) he left the room, thinking of happy thoughts like a certain man dying with a lance through the head.