Armhianthia, Arbhin Cioc [world best books to read .txt] 📗

not appear or disappear. They grew and slowly there would come a new star. Of course he knew that. Some of the constellations were not as they had been era’s back. Some stars had died, others had grown into constellations. But no star appear like this, just be there.
As he looked up at the star, he wondered even more. In wonder Luse stood up, as if that little more higher would make things more visible.
But the longer Luse was looking up, the more he was certain the star was showing a tail. Luse was standing astonished of this natural wonder he was observing. And for a short moment he wondered if he was the only person looking at this strange star. But as quick as the thought raised, it was gone from his mind too. That star did grow. And its tail was growing as well. Normally Luse knew about a comet years in advance. Since most comets were time scheduled, to some months or weeks. And because the Eagrivals new about their existence, they could warn citizens about the arrival of a work of nature. But no comets were said to be about the first five years. And than the tail was gone. A growning glowing object was closing in on Armhianthia and Luse was the first to see it happen. Or when it would collide Luse was the first to go with it.
Glowing metal, forged with the hand of a crafty blacksmith it seems as it came in closer and disappearing behind the horizon.
Fire burning at the bottom, like tongues trying to take away the earth underneath it, than with a crash it burst into the surface.
Luse felt the ground ripple under his feet because of the impact.
Making haste he forgot about the dark and set off to this star that has fallen from the skies.
The Sign

The Sign

Boreo had been searching the Eagris for Luse. In the end he learned that Luse and Arabon had been set off together for Nadirand. In the back of his head he wondered what prince Trakand for use had with two Eagrival.
Now he was already back in the Kingdom Lugas for some days. And had his head full with politics. King Roghar was on the egde. Boreo had to use his power as Eagrival to make ends meet with Roghar. The king had set his eye on expanding his kingdom, for his own people. The most of Lugas was bare and wasted land and Roghar seeked ways to make his population expand further. Boreo had been sending letters off to Aramir and Zrland, questioning both countries at what rate they would be letting go of a part of their country. But Roghar had no patience.
Only two days past the letters had been send off and already Roghar asked for results.
Guards had been drawn closer to Roghar, because the king had been growing afraid of murderers. Noone entered the castle without the guard knowing who came and went. Not only Roghar was on the edge. Due to the heighted security around the palace, and the king not willing to take any surprises, the servants scurried about the palace trying to run their errands as quick as possible. Maids collected more ear boxes than usually and never stopped for for a fling with a guardsman anymore. The whole palace was tensed.
Even though his head was occupied with politics, he send some letters to the Eagris in order to know about Luse. But he was shocked that one of the soldiers told him one day about that Eagrival that had been travelling through Lugas. The description was Luse, but when Boreo went for one day to find him, Luse had left the place already. Not able to make more free days to find Luse, he had to return to the palace.
Back at the palace, Boreo found the place crowded with generals and army soldiers.
Entering the audience hall, he saw Roghar speaking to one of his officers about warfare technicalities. One of the walls on the side was covered with a map of Lugas and some iron pins with flags were showing where some of Lugas’ armies were.
As Boreo entered the hall, he saw some faces of soldiers turn towards him, their pain clear showing.
Roghar was not in a listening mood anymore. He had but one mission and his head only thought about getting to results. Taking in the whole scene, Boreo regretted his leaving. He lost his grip on Roghar, with terrible results. Soon an army would be send southwards, with some people to establish a small town, provoking everyone.
And a fight with ealf, now, was exactly what Roghar could not use.
But of course Roghar thought different. He had the idea the whole world was against him and his plans, and killing was the only option left.
Therefore he planned provoking the Ealf in order to make them come out and attack him, giving him the option to fight back as hard as possible.
Knowing Roghars temper, Boreo thought it best not to provoke Roghar now, amid his advisors but wait till a better moment, when he could speak Roghar alone.
Retreating on his way, he left the hall and went for his room.
On his way he saw Roghars servant and he asked this mans attention.
“Could you please get me in my room, when you find out that Roghar is alone?” Boreo asked the servant.
The servant nodded, “Yes Eagrival. I will come for you personally as soon as Roghar is alone.”
Boreo made a small gesture to dismiss the servant and while the servant bowed, Boreo went off towards his own rooms.
As soon as he slammed the door of his room behind his back, he sat himself down on a chair. With his elbows on the table, he laid his forehead in his hands. Something was happening and he had no idea what it was. Things slipped through his hands. And somehow Luse was involved with it.
Roghar was slipping through his fingers, Luse was nowhere to be found, and the Eagris was not helping with informing him either.
The fact that that old and always present Eagrival Luse was gone from the Eagris, was disturbing him for some reason.
And Roghar was slipping through his fingers aswell. With him, Boreo had two options: Either go along with Roghar and make his plans work as a good advisor. Or Boreo could leave Roghar behind, leave Lugas and retreat back to the Eagris.
Following all options possible, Boreo suddenly stood up.
He slammed the door open, walked the corridors to the hall, never thinking about closing the door behind him, and walked right in to the hall.
Roghar was already yelling at one of the captains because of something he was told, with one hand on his dagger.
Holding his hands up to all attendees, Boreo walked right up to Roghar. Because he was Eagrival of the king, he was granted pass. When he stood in front of Roghar, the king eyed him warily, but when Boreo tried to talk, something prevented him from speaking. Looking down he followed the sleeves of the kings dress to this persons shoulder and watched the face of Roghar, that was painted with anger.
Slowly Boreo's knees felt weak and he felt something in his stomach that stood in the way of dropping down. Look down that same arm he saw the arm holding a dagger, which was planted in his stomach.
Falling backwards, he felt the dagger slip out of his body, unable to support his body any longer, he felt down on the ground.
As he felt the strength leave his body, he tried to speak, still. When Roghar bent over him, Boreo grabbed Roghars collar and with great effort he forced the words out:
“I am on your side.”
As his sight dimmed, he saw Roghars surprice flow over his face.
Seeing the dead Eagrival on the floor, Roghars head spun with strategies. The Eagris would be angry with their subjects death.
He took his captain by his shoulder and pulled him towards him. The captain in fear tried to back away, but Roghars grip was far too strong.
“Close all the borders.” Roghars voice was far from strong, yet he hoped it still was stable enough to force the people to hear him.
“Lagus' borders will close for all Eagrival. No Eagris powers anymore inside Lagus.”
Gaining his strength in his voice, Roghar pushed the captain away.
“Go, send your men to the borders.” The captain saluted and heeled away.
He send for a servant, then turned to his throne and sat on it. Suddenly he felt tired and he knew that there was a heavy time coming on. As he stared out of one of the windows, he saw a pulse of light in the already dark air outside.

Arabon walked the corridors of Trakands fortress in Nadirand. He has not been outside for weeks and thought that today was a good time to do so.
After a week of paperwork and meetings with the Prince, he was happy to be able to see no papers for today.
Turning a corner he saw the darkness outside and wondered that it took him so long to figure out that it was due to the evening, that the Prince had let him alone. Trakand would be sleeping already, as would anybody else in this castle.
But sniffing the cold outside air was enough to clear his minds of governments business. Despite the darkness he could see well enough to clear out that he was standing on one of the walls outside the castle.
The air was fine after a long day where the air inside the castle had been hot, he was happy to find the colder air running through his cloths. A small breeze puffed his hair and gently tucked his clothes. He felt the heat fell off him.
He could not recall why he suddenly was looking at the sky, a bird flying by could have been the cause. Or maybe his eyes drifted to see the top of a tree waving in the gentle breeze. Whatever the cause, his eyes caught a line of light as it was descending from the sky, towards the south. It only took several minutes before it was gone, but it suddenly was there. In the back of his mind a thought wakened that he was possibly making things up because of lack of sleep, but he was well aware that it was not the cause. He was well awake, and he knew what he saw had really happened.
Thinking the event through, he went back inside, taking three detours before he reached his appartements.

Parcema was scurrying about his appartement, trying to get rid of the amount of books lying about.
Every now and then his eyes drifted towards the windows. It was weeks back, since he received