Dance of Elements: Awakening - Chapter 2
"Great Archmage Eliot, I have always respected and supported your decisions," said old man with a clumsy, even slightly funny white beard.
Two elderly people, in robes, sat at a large table, in an impressive size room, which was lit only by the light from the fireplace. Outside the window, night reigned, and in the sky, a myriad of stars was lit, after which the moon was watching, this night it came in all its glory. With its rising in the street, it became unusually light, from the window of the tower, it was possible to make out the silhouettes of trees and even separate leaves on them. The whole night world appeared, in silver, as if impregnated with ancient magic, light.
"But we should not have left him a life, now at a time when many adepts of water are gone, and above the sacred Waldorf tower, a threat hung like a black cloud." Would not it be better for you to change your mind and still allow Pilar to finish what you started? - in the old man's voice, there was a note of confidence, he even got up and leaned his elbows on the table, demonstrating his rightness and gazing intently through the eyes of his opponent.
"Master Amador, I appreciate your advice, they have saved our order more than once from trouble," Archmage Eliot retorted calmly, keeping his eyes on the interlocutor.
The head of the Order of the Water Mages emerged from the table, reflecting on the problem that had arisen, his gaze rushed to the fire that was raging in the fireplace. The Archmagister differed from the thin and stooped Amador, the presence of an unusually high growth, which was seven feet. He made the impression of a physically developed and healthy person, although he was no younger than the Master of the Amadora. His face was swarthy with large blue eyes and a high, bulbous forehead, which was a sign of great intelligence, wisdom and genius, and thick hair and white from the time of the beard, only confirmed it. On his left cheek he had an amazing tattoo, in a form drawn parallel to, two wavy lines.
He was dressed in a refined white mantle with a long hood, decorated with various magical symbols. Legged, shiny to shine, black shoes with a raised toe flaunted on their feet.
The flame from the fire in the fireplace, betrayed Eliot's appearance even more reverie.
"This young man caused a lot of questions about his appearance on the territory of the Waldorf Tower," Eliot said, after a moment's thought, still in a calm and even tone. How did he get through the water barrier? After all, this technique is the absolute defense of the tower, which was developed by my father - the great archmage Gaviot! And I, as head of the Order of the Water Mages, are the defender of all the inhabitants of the tower and territories that adjoin it! I must find the answer to this question!
After these words, Eliot's face was soaked with greatness and power. Amador could not stand the force of the aura of the archmagister, was forced to take his place at the table.
"Amador, I'm sure you also felt the energy of Eyvaz that flows through his veins?"
"You are right, but I could not determine its level. In addition, I managed to feel a different energy, hidden deep inside. I have lived for many years and in my time I have never felt something like this. Therefore, I am your faithful adviser, categorically against saving his life. It can be dangerous for the Waldorf tower and all its inhabitants!" getting courage, exclaimed the master.
"I understand your concern, this secret power is also troubling me, but I made a different decision about this young man."
At that moment, the silence in the room was disturbed by a knock on the massive door.
"Come in," said Archmage Eliot.
Wooden, decorated with gilded, floral ornament, the door with a gnash opened, breaking the night silence. A young man, about forty years old, entered the room, limping, a man. He was of medium height, with short black hair and a large scar on his left cheek. Dressed in a withered hole, a dark blue robe, the man created, at first glance, the impression of an untidy person. But looking more attentively to him, the big blue stones that hung on his neck rushed into his eyes, these natural wonders did not lose their luster even in the dimly lit room. They emphasized his charisma, which was given to him by Mother Nature, and clothing that was not tattered to holes, nor a large scar on his face could take her.
"Archmage Eliot, Master Amador," he nodded, greeting the people in the room, "they told me that you were expecting me."
"Thank you for visiting my office at this late hour." You are very timely, Master Lucas, "the Archmage said politely. On Eliot's face, it became apparent that he was delighted with the appearance of Lucas, who by his presence removed the tension that prevailed in the room.
"I suppose you've heard of the appearance of a strange visitor on the territory of the Waldorf tower?" Asked Eliot, fixing his gaze on the fire in the fireplace.
"With the help of my technique, the magic of water, I can track, detect and determine the level of any of the five types of energy that is within a radius of ten miles from me. In the vicinity of eight o'clock in the evening, I felt the appearance of Eyvaz's energy, two versts to the north-west of the tower. But although very weak, I still managed to feel and another kind of energy, hidden from the eyes of ordinary magicians. Unfortunately, even my technique of the water cover could not determine where the bearer of strange force came from. It, as if it originated from nowhere.
Eliot looked from the fireplace, first to the Master of Amador, and then to Lucas. On his face, there was noticeable surprise from the fact that even the perfect sensory technique of Master Lucas could not provide answers to the questions that arose.
"The boy, the carrier of energy Eyvaz, which makes him an adept of water, and therefore, following the code of the order, he must be trained in the Waldorf towers," the head of the Order of the Water Mages unexpectedly pronounced, shocking Amador into shock.
"This is my final decision!" the authoritative voice, continued the Archmage, noticing signs of disobedience and disagreement on the face of the adviser.
"Master Lucas, a more suitable teacher for the boy is not found in all Waldorf. I'd like you to start training an intruder from tomorrow. Only in this way will we understand who this young man is and what power he hides. "
Unlike Master Amador, Lucas's face remained calm and severe and did not reflect the slightest discontent. The strength of the young man, which he did not feel until this moment, interested him, so the opportunity to teach the guy brought him joy.
"I'll get him trained," Lucas said, not giving out any emotion.
"That's good! And now we all need to rest. Tomorrow will come a new day, which will probably give us answers to the questions that have arisen. "
The door creaked again and two silhouettes in the dark blue robes left the gloomy room.
What should a wise man value most? Probably, silence. Silence is time for reflection, it allows you to feel nature in yourself, and yourself in nature. Silence is the companion of thought, its bed. Silence is silent, only for those who do not understand it. Silence can be read as a book, and never reach the last page. Every day in silence, you can see something new, previously unnoticed. Silence is bottomless, unlimited. It is impossible to permeate it with thought to the last limit. Thoughts have nothing to rest on. She slides in silence, stumbles in it, and wants to stay there forever.
The deepest thoughts are visited by a person where silence always reigns. Snow-covered expanses, a bottomless watery expanse, desert sands beyond the horizon - they bring philosophical thoughts to the human intellect.
Eliot sat in the armchair that was to the left of the fireplace and continued to reflect on what was happening, admiring the way the flames fluttered in a beautiful dance, enjoying the silence that reigned in the room.
Chapter 1: https://steemit.com/fiction/@crosswell/dance-of-elements-awakening-chapter-1
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Was wondering what happend to the fictional workshop
they moved to their own server "Writers' Block".
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