The Gate was made out of solid tree. There were flames that hanged by its both sides. The Fire of Endlesness, the inextinguishable fire thst the priests of the dead bended into the world of the living, the world of the fleash creatures and the many other forms beyond it. It would cease to exist when time itself would.

”This temple is unknown. Few know of its location and very few have entered it recently” Bratak’s ranger tracking perk told him and the others.
”The Fire…” the wizard exclaimed as he reached the top of the hill. Just as he put his left foot ahead of the right one while stoping. The fire’s tongues stretched to the skies and was high as half of the length of the walls of the temple, the roof excluded. ”The Fire is a mystery freed into the world. It is not of human engineering, this thing is for sure” and the others that were ahead of him and spread from all angles but still coming from the same direction, directed towards South East listened to his words.
”This fire is unique!”
They stayed up and were looking at him. They were curious. No one have ever seen such fires. But they could still exist in some places, as it did right here. This they were uncovering now out of their curiosity and awarness of the world around them. Their tracker senses have been right all along. They succefully traced movement and mysterious activity in this place. Few were the hills of these places but unreachable.
The Guardians were never near this place. It was forbidden for anyone to enter it. The woods were the hallucinations beecame so real that one would go insane and lose himself in front of the illusion imposed by these plants. The air was thick of the woods’ fragrances and hard to be distincted. The smell of error in the air.
”These flames can be evil too. Look at their movement.”
The flames were invisble for the air but they were still in there. It can be seen. The unseabale observed by the eyes of the mortals. They were moving and that made them visible. The Wizard saw a color: ”Purple”.
”What fire? It can barely be seen… still I feel its burn in my body. A strange presence.”
”Control it. As long as we don’t give up for fear, the powers of these forrests can not harm us.” the great one told Nemeja back. The rangers felt it not but they could as well see it.
”I introduced you to magic. You are not in the hands of the trick any longer. That’s why you too can see it.”
”My tracking is to no use in front of this demon!” Bratak exclaimed.
”Try and seee it as my way of tracking” thee Wizard explained to the two rangers. Their clothes were brown and the boots were dirty with mud from the hill. No easy task to climb this hill. That’s why it was a perfect way to cover a temple of terror to many.
”What is this temple? And why is it that its built here?” Nemeja conquered the place. Her bow was given to her earlier for good behave and she held it now in her left hand with the right hand on arrow, both touching eachother as the hands met. And she was behaving just like a rogue would.
”The Temple of Doom? I don’t know… The Temple Of Destruction, maybe?” Rumir was saying on a funny tone. Satirical to the names that were given to much of their discoveries during their journey. And that could be understood and shared with the same feelings by the others. Merek perhaps not, he was living the dream of the magician. A party and a quest to reach. Could things get better?
”This… this monument could be a temple for anything” he insisted.
”Let’s uncover it!” Nemeja argued.
The atmosphere between them got a bit more tensed. They were throwing words at eachother and not understood those words. Things got louder.
”Silence!” The Great One shouted and they were all quiet. The sun was settling behind the horizont and that could be seen and they also did that when they looked back. There was too little time for that, it seemed. But neither would the rangers give up. And they neither did:
”Let’s see what sweet treasure we can uncover in its tunnels.” Rumir told them as they were now all in front of the gate.

They all took use of the torches they had stored in their backpacks. And lit it with the invsible fire. A touch of it turned the torches into a visible flame, of yellow color. This fire was indeed visible to the naked eye.

The fire that shaped the yellow flame was a fire of giving. This could be a temple of receiving blessings. There was no way anyone could tell from the looks of the monument. It was high as the highest trees on the hillside.And the gate was reaching half of this heght, just as the flames. As they lit up their torches, the gate opened all by itself.

”Strange.” the wizard thought.
”Is there any magic in this place?” the rogue was asking herself, in her thoughts.
”We’re in!” Rumir thought.
”Who knew?” Bratak was wondering., ”So easy?”

Merek went in first and he shouted within the walls:
”Hello?” None answered.
”Perhaps it is just barely hearable.” he told the others ”This temple is a temple of giving.”
”That’s why the gate opened up.” they thought all at the same time, execepted the wizard. He knew very well of this thing, when he already saw the yellow flames. His spirit was trained for this so he would guide them through this from inside, barely seen in the dark monument.

As they entered the place, they saw holes in the ceiling. The sky was visible from inside the temple. They walked carefully inside and discovered that there were openings, most probably built in from the begginning and not the other kind, the kind that were crafted by nature. Because of that, there were some puddles on the ground. The ground was paved with cubic stones, twice the size of the open palm.

They observed all of this and were heading to the East. This was a hall most probably, it was strenching a couple of hundred of feet. They observed some carves in the wallstones. Nemeja could see the forms in color, as so could Marek.

What did the carvings told for story? None of them knew.
There were mountains, forrests, people animals and even seas on the walls. They could very well been speaking of our days as they could speak about the races’ past. None of the present could interpret the symbolism, more than what the rogue and the wizard saw with their inbuild senses for certain forms of art. And this was art for the paintings carved in stone had a style to be drawn never seen, so there must have been crafting skillmasters that have built these sites and gave them a story to be spoken of through the forms in which everything was presented.

”What’s a temple of giving?” Bratak asked him, the white clothed wizard.
”It means that everything we would need, we could find in here, as if it were reserved for us. If so, then this is the work of the gods or a place built for the gods. Should we not find here what we need within these walls then it’s a work of al-djinn. A lie put here to deceive. Only after exlorig it we will know for sure.”
”But the woods are enchanted with illusion manifested in traps meant for our minds. Nothing speaks of a good temple in these forrests.” Bratak told the wizard.
”We should not forget that… But the source of the forrests’ infection can come from within this very walls, that is the main reason to why we are here.”
So the wizard truly knew more than it was reserved for the others to understand in these kinds of situations.
”The main reason to why the woods are infected?” the ranger said with a bit of excitement, ”Not bad… A quest right for us, in other words. And we might find a treasure in here, let’s not forget that!”
They all laughted. A treasure would fall in good hands. But was it what they needed? As they sparkled up the dark and the dust from the floor with their torches and their feet, they thought of what they realy needed. It wasn’t that much for anyone of them. But they thought if it was right or if they really needed it.
Then the wizard spoke::
”We might get the fullfilment of some acts and others we might get rejected on. Is how the gods wishes for us. Their presence is strong in this place, remember and care for that. They can truely see us right now.”
And Rumir spake aswell:
”The Gods can always see us. They can be everywhere.”
”Yes, indeed. But if one does not believe that, he or she, can be sure of that when we are in this place. This carvings might come from the people that have lived here or just went to this very place and left their knowledge behind them, right in these walls. I see nature and people drawn all across these halls. And I don’t think that I am hallucinating.”
”No, we can see it too. We all do see it.” Nemeja said.
Bratak continued the discussion:
”Are these drawings ancient or what is the thing with them?”
”Perhaps this is how they teach us how to show our gratitude to the gods or it can be stories of what people of the past have gained from this temple. It could be anything but it proves that there was organic life in this temple and perhaps never empty of it. We should find out what happened to life in here.”
”It’s pretty impressive.” the girl admited.

After a couple of hundred of feet, they came to the wall’s ending.
A great statue made out of wood stood right in fornt of them, with the awayer wall right behind it. There was more fire. A ”bål” made out of metal was on the table made out of stone in the front of the wooden assembly of a creature; the one with the body of a man and a head of the wolf. Its mouth was open.

The fire of the torches were set right at the statue.
Nemeja fell in strong pain to the ground. The other cared for her, so they swiftly catched her. And held her during her convulsions. As soon as the last one of them took away the torch from the statue, the pain would cease.

The magician observed this and said unto the other:
”I see strong fire in this statue. If I can see it, it must tear her from inside. This is her test. Make sure you don’t point the fire straight at this wooden lifeless being. She should do just fine.”

”Isn’t this worship? The bearseekers’ form of worship?” Ragal asked.
”Perhaps for some of them. But I think it’s more like a symbol to that which grants them their courage.”
”A gratitude monument?”
”It could very well be… We just don’t know. But the gods might hidd in here. The fire we saw outisde… it’s of no human nature… it’s from the gods. Some priests may have bended time and room to place it there and let it’s energy float from beyond the creation. That I can recognize…”
”Then we truly have with a work of gods to do.”
”Yes!” he acclaimed happy. The ranger understood the importance of the fire outside. And that was a good thing, it can prove to be crutial to attempting tame the temple wirth all its gods of the living and the dead. The others heard the conversation and the wizard oserved them. As Ragal, also known as Bratak uttered those words, the woman and the other man seemed to understand them very well. This was perhaps required for confronting the tests. The merrier their knowledge about the unknown, the better prepared for the dangers of the unknown they were.

The gods were powerfull beings or spirits. No one really knew as a god could not be fully described nor understood. Talesspoke of both kind of gods. Tales were familiar to Marek, he was no stranger to them. In times when magic was real but many times outside of the usual human’s reach or knowledge, tales got long forgotten. Only a few knew many of them. The most common thing was to be know just a few of these stories.

There were nodings from the rangers in return. They understood it. Over the past weeks, they have learned much about the art of magic. And they understood that the girl could see more or differently from the Wizard, even thogh both had powers. But of course, there were the tests.
In Rumir’s head, there was this thought:
”Can this turn into a test for the whole group? Is everybody tested at once?”

The statue was barely visible. The magician set his hand in the darkness that flickered in pace with the torches and felt when it touched the statue. He then mumbled some words and the statue made a movement.
Then the table opened, as the upper side moved in their direction. It openened up and there was something that was in the deep hole that came from it. The sound of the table top moving was that of stone coming in contact with other stone. The hole had these walls of stone and the upper side was the entry. They saw all of this when the wizard told them that it was now savfe for her and it would be no harm to point the fire at the statue. One curse was lifted.

”I feel much better… more… more focused!” she told them. ”I feel as if I can control the powers better. Check this out…” she said as she lifted her left hand. A red fire was lited from nothingness.
”The spirits… the spirits in the hands are gone.” the wizard told them with great amaze.
”Yes”, she said as radiated gladness. A big smile on her face and a ferm ”blick” at the hands. She moved them slowly and fire was lited then extinguished. This happened a repeated number of times. She explored this new strange power. To control this in her hands. A newly found freedom and a great help in this quest.
As she saw this events unfold in front of her eyes, she felt optimistic and hopefull. The quest of the wizard could get them in front of strange and great h,appenings, but he knew what it was needed to go through it. It was worth it, at the end of the quest she would regain her whole freedom. No more accidents or fear of unleashing her potential. The gift would step forward and the curse will be no more. ”The comets will not fall and the skies will not burn”.
”Look! Rumir shouted when he lit up the hole in the table. ”A stair!”.
They all rushed the two or three steps that were inbetween and observed this aswell as Ragal also pointed his fire to the false table.
”There are might be tunnels down there” he said.
”Are they safe?” Nemeja asked.
”No body can know. I feel no smell nor hear any movement down there. And I don’t know how big it could be. Will we fit down there?”

”The legend of Melzek. It was said that he was a god. His origins were unknown. But… it was told that his offspring were both those of humans and uncreated gods.”
”I think that I heard some stories about him.”
”Yes indeed, it is the most popular story about the unity between the gods and the mortals!”, ”A classic!”, he exclaimed in joy.
”What’s up with you? You are full of happiness since we entered this place!” Bratak asked the wizard.
”Perhpas I am filled. But I feel the gods working in this place.” he said overwhelmed by their power and grace. ”They don’t choose to show their works to too many. Only few can see it. You can see it all around you, everytime. But you don’t understand that those are truly their works! In this temple, we can see their ways with a pair of fresh new eyes. Isn’t this such which the mortals seek for all their life? To truly see their works!”
”I saw colors in those carvings in chopped stone.”
”It’s their way of speaking. As it looks like at the moment, they read your needs as they could very well have taken notice of the spirits that are enchanting your pure gifts, And that is how they knew what to do with the warrior statue.”
”What do you speak of? What does the legend has to do with the tunnel that was just revealed to us?” Rumir asked the wizard.
”The story says that he was found in a temple. If the gods allow us, we will all be more than human after the trials of the temple. We can hope for that.”
”So you think that the gods will grant us, what? Wisdom, intelligence, powers, spirits, presence? What could they possibly do with us?”
”You can take a look at our companion” he said while he directed his face toward her, right at his right, but a bit behind. ”They heal her! That kind of gifts might be exactly what you get in the end of this quest.”
”So, you mean that we will come like those creatures of these woods?”
”Yet better.”
”Ha! Apprentice perhaps.”
”But is that really what we need? Or is it your wishfull thinking?”
”That might be what they find suitable for us.”
No one of them speak further but they looked seriously in the eyes.
”Cool!” Rumir exclaimed after a couple of moments.
”Can’t we just go now?” Nemeja asked. ”And you know, see what is benneath the ground?”//

In this hole that went deep under the temple, was no place for shields. The walls were all narrowed and was perhaps three ”famnar” wide. They climbed downwards on the stairs. It took them a couple of moments to get into a tunnel that runned both to the left and to the right. It was wider than the hole that lead them this way. It was all dirt.

An easy breeze came from deeper long beyond. There was another entry to this place.
”This way we would be able to come at the at the other end. We should explore!” Ragal told admiring the challenge. A funny task this was for him.
They saw a light in the darkness. A big flash was approaching them at a speed that made them surprised. There was no time for a reaction. It came from the way ahead. A couple of moments and they were no more.

Time froze and everyone saw their own body and were raised from there to above earth and out of the planet. At first, they did not recognize what it was. They had no understanding for such things. They saw another simillar object approaching and they understood what they saw. And it replaced the first one, the planet of their beings. They felt safe in this place and with the vision. Then they returned to their bodies and time started to run again.
”A vision of a new world? All chaos and destruction destroyed? Is that what they will grant us? What does it mean?” Nemeja asked.
”We are in their Realm now. Perhaps we will get more time..” Merek said. He looked at the others, and one of the rangers was shocked.
”Was that… was that death?” he asked. Bratak asked the wizard.
”There are some people in this world that must have seen this before us… We should head to the tower and seek the answers. It could have been death. The gods can create worlds out of nothing!”

Novellen ‘A DARK WORLD’ – De Mörka Alverna DEL II



Den hårda vintern slog hårt mot deras mörka hud. Vindkylan som blåste, pustade ut snöflingor som var täta och småa. Denna vita slöja täckte synet och man kunde inte blicka över de snötäckta dunnorna. När snön upphörde, och då det var klart himmel, var kölden ännu starkare men då lystes allting under månarnas ljusen och den vita snön reflekterade ljuset. Då såg man härlighet i omgivning och man kunde blicka bortom dunnorna från de höga backarna. Och man sökte att se härlighet i landskapet.

Skogen var en ideel tillflykt för dessa mörka alver, mördarna bland dem odödliga, högmodiga men ändå på fall. Skogen var deras hem nu och de en gång många varelserna som hade bott där hade fallit offer för alvernas styrka och hunger. Köttet behövdes under vinter månaderna eller åren, beroende på hur länge den varade.

Men alverna hade fortfarande inte mött Kurir, ett talande väsen som antog skeppnader för en kort stund för att sedan försvinna. Kurir var skicklig på att omklä sig, därmed kunde denne även ta över djuren i skogen, träden, stenar, snö, ja allting i stort sätt. Alverna hade säkert inte kunnat orsaka väsen någon skada med det kunde den göra mot dem, om den hade velat det. Men han måste ha tyckt om dem, eller i vart fall inte ogillat dem, att han tillät dem ta över skogen. Hade hans styrka ens kunnat stå emot deras antal? Frågor utan svar förblir dessa. Man vet inte och ingen vet. Varken du eller jag.

Vintern bar med sig vindar norrifrån, och ibland kunde alvkungen höra viskningar i dem. Ereondir visste att han inte var galen och såg stor menning med detta. Det kanske kunde gagna honom och hans folk. Han sökte några duktiga krigare bland sina, de bästa.

Och han hittade cirka tjugo stycken som var beredda för vilket uppdrag som helst. Han skickade dem iväg norrut för att utforska det karga landskapet. Och när de skulle återvända, skulle dem tala om det de såg och bevittnat i Norr.

Sällskapet fick tvåbladiga svärd och långa sköldar. Dessutom fick de ta de bästa av kläder som fanns för att inte frysa till döds. Ereondir ville trots allt att de skulle återvända, icke att de skulle gå förlorade i den tjocka snön och kylan.

”Ni skall scouta och undvika de större varelserna som ni kan möta. De är farliga och ni är för få för att bekämpa dem. Låt dem leva, för nu har vi lärt oss en stor läxa. Man skall inte slakta, om det inte är för föda. Se vad dödandet gjort med våra kroppar och sinnen. Var försiktiga bäst ni kan och återvänd när ni hittat det ni söker efter, vad det än är. När ni hittar det, kommer ni att veta det och då skall ni omedelbart återvända. Jag vill att ni gör ert bästa. Dessa viskningar jag hör kommer från väsen som inte har sin boning här eller i närheten av denna skog. De har sin boning i vinden som kommer från Norr. Och något måste locka dem dit att de valt att bosätta sig där.”

”Ja, vår Herre!”, skrek de tjugo mörka alverna vemodiga framför deras konung och svor att återvända levande eller dö under deras försök.

”Om ni stöter på jinner, låt inte dessa lura eder. De kan luras och vara ondskefulla. Vi är fredliga och vi skall förbli det. Låt inte snön och det vita få er att tappa förståndet. Jag räknar med ert mod och starka vilja, att ni må återvända med svar. Vad är det som döljer sig i Norr, att inga människor vill bosätta sig där? Om vi klarar av kylan och snön, borde även människobarnen göra det, även fast det är kallar ju mer Norrut man reser. Men att inte bosätta sig där? När vintern kommer och går endast? Kanske är det människoboningar ni finner trots allt. Låt dem veta att Cimandors alver har trätt fram i deras värld, under Sirsaraths Månar och att Den Gamla Ordningen är nu rubbad och att de har inget mer någonsin att frukta. Jag skall skriva brev som jag skall signera som ni skall få ha med eder, som ni kan ge till ledarna ni kanske finner. Det är trots allt inte omöjligt att ni finner människoboningar Norrut. Kanske är det besvärjare som söker att leka med mina tankar i visningarna jag hör.”

Och han skrev presenteringsbrev som han signerade. Tjugo stycken, en till varje mörkalv som skulle ut på uppdraget. Och där talade han om vad som hänt dem och att de nu hade sin boning i Dem Norra Skogarna, inte långt ifrån Den Frusna Sjön. Och att de sökte bundsförvanter istället för fiender.

”Här är breven. Ta dem med eder och vakta dem som om de vore era egna vapen. Sök skydd i snön om nätterna och ät av brödet ni får. En bit räcker i några veckor för oss alver. Kött är onödigt att ta med eder för det kommer att frysa och ni kommer inte lyckas med att tinna upp det, ens under elden. Kylan är alldeles för stark för det. Gör oss stolta nu och gå och finn det ni söker!”

Och sällskapet gav sig iväg med försiktiga steg. Varelserna de hade stött på tidigare var i deras färska minne. Vissa hade varit som oövervinnliga om det inte hade varit för deras antal då de jagade. Men kläderna höll dem varma och detta värme behövdes för att vandra pigga över landskapet. Snön var till knäna, men de hade satt fast trädplattor under fötterna och det gjorde att de inte sjönk i snön, utan kunde bara vandra vidare.

Det var natt när de begav sig iväg och klara månar med småa antända stjärnor lyste allting under Himmelen.

”Skaparen välsignar oss med Sitt Ljus.”, sade Lauriel, en mörkalv hona som utvaldes till att följa på vandringen. Den enda mörkalvhonan som hade valts ut för detta äventyrsfylld uppdrag. De andra nickade och höll med. Saken med de mörka alverna var att vissa av dem fortfarande var tacksamma mot och trodde i Skaparen Merek. Långt ifrån alla, då många var för stolta men de som nu hade valts, var troende. Ereondir trodde att det skulle hjälpa. Han var också fortfarande inte bland dem som följde andarna även fast många bland hans folk gjorde det.

Novelen/ A Dark World: Anteckningar om en karaktär #fantasy #writer #writing #författare


En sjuk fiende som fallit psykisk och mår inte bra. Något slags troll eller liknande. Som har blivit byte istället för rovare. Som inte kan tänka ordentligt utan bryter ned jaget precis hela tiden. Och har mycket förrädiska tankar om sig självt.

Vannföreställningar, hans egna demoner har förgivit han och motarbetar honom nu. Hans demoner går inte att beskriva. De var tjänande mot honom, men samtidigt inte närvarande. De gav honom små “spells” såsom förmågan att röra föremål utan att egentligen lägga fingret på dessa, förmågan att se i eld och se elden i alla dess former i omgivningen, samt förde en inre kamp om honom och vilka scenarier han än tänkte på och ur vilket vinkel han sökte att få svaren ur. De svarade och hans alla möjliga funderingar och annat såsom det som han kände till, utan att ens behöva rådgöra om detta. Svaret öste ned över honom utan att han behövde rådgöra om det. Och dessa perspektiv var det som han kände till. Han kunde känna till allting som han önskade.

Men nu för tiden är dem motsägesfulla. De sänker honom och han blir seg i huvudet av dem. Det för de före detta tjänarna med honom. Hans inre demoner kommer ut och de bryter baarriären mellan hans sinnes kropp och ethern. De syns hur de farar ut. Och de osynliga demonerna leker med hans kropp. Hans ögon och lemmar är som i strängar till en osynlig hand. Vad är det för osynlig hand? Han är ju styrd.

Sjukdomen som håller honom i schack är osynlig och ändå bara i hans huvud. Han var inte magifast längre, utan magifäst. Och de arbetade febrilt i honom att hans eget jag och tankar inte kunde uppenbaras. Fästelsen höll dem undan och istället pumpade i honom annat. Nåt gift.

Novellen/Romanen A Dark World – Tillägg till Kapitel1 – Om Drakan


Såsom atompartiklarna lämnar stjärnans fusion i två tusen år för att nå ytan,ska du lämna ditt liv inom hundratjugo år.

Jag ser det i er, ni har långt liv framför eder. Använd det klokt.

Du återföds. Merekes väg säger att du får en andling kropp, andra säger att du återföds till en människa eller djur, vetenskapen säger att dina kropps partiklar kommer från stjärndam och att vi pterblir dam. Du återföds och blir något annat.
Är det inte mer intressant för det som kommer att hända än att inte bry sig alls? Bara dö ut finns inte. Vi tror att Merek kommer att skapa oss på nytt. Och sedan att Han har omdömet att bestämma över våra öden. Jag säger till eder: ta er chans och vänd er till Honom.
Vi är och kommer att vara stjärndam. Vi kommer att återfödas. Han kommer förvisso att skapa oss på nytt.

Men det är Anden som vi magiker använder oss av: Mereks Ande. Dem andra använder sig av Drakans ande.

Men denne Drakan, vem eller vad är det för något?

Drakan är ondskan själv. En konung av skugga. En ande som uppfyller dina drömmar mot din lojalitet. En mycket viss och farlig skugga.
När Merek ska skapa oss på nytt kommer Han att utplåna denne härskare av skugga som oavbrutet härskat sedan tidernas begynnelse.
Och det var då, i tidernas begynnelse som mänskligheten inte kunnat se bortom sitt begär och härskat och offrat till högre makter. Dessa makter, säger vi, är en och samma. Drakan, förvillaren. Den onda och orena anden.

Är han en demonkung?

Han är mer än så. Han härskar över andesläkten, men inte över alla djinner. Gott om djinner väljer att vända sig bort från honom för de hava tron i Merek och det gör dem mäktiga över ord och handling. De kan på det visset undivka smedaren Drakan.

Drakan var från början en djinn, en väsen skapad av Merek utav rökfri eld. Men en dag formade Merek människan av lera och blåste in sn livsande så människan fick liv. Och Merek beodrade några, bland annat Drakan att falla ned för knäna inför denna skapelse av lera.
Men Drakan, full av högmod, vägrade vilket väckte Mereks vrede. Och sedan dess har Drakan fått arbeta från skuggorna fram tills den dagen då vi på nytt, ur stjärnstoft, blir en skapelse.
Och krig har utkämpats av Drakan och Merek om människohjärtan enda sedan dess, tidernas begynnelse.
Andar ska du veta, kan bli mäktiga med tiden, men Drakan är starkast bland djinnen. Djinnernas och människornas härskade, viskaren som viskar falska och tunga vissor.