Mountains, Flames and all
The myths and believes that hold everyone in the Flame isles, is being explained and with it Verion's past trauma as well comes in the light. The story continues with a ride of history in the past and some victories of the 'GREAT VERION THE FLAME'. Continue reading now the third chapter of MEETUP ON TYRAK: PRINCE OF THE FLAMES.
Verion kept looking at the mountain that stood there. “Father! Father!”, Little Vortrix joyfully cried, “Are we going there?” Verion looked at him with a frowned face. “Every time the boy shouts that god damn Father twice”, Verion sighed and continued, “I know he’s going to hop on some weird question of his.” Looking at the child again who still wasn’t able to process his father’s word and was looking at his face confused, drowning in the ocean of questions.
Kerova PLEADED suddenly, “OH MY DEAR BOY!”
“May I tell you what you want to know about that mountain?”, she tried to make her boy feel better.
“Hey you, don’t steal what’s reserved to me!”, Verion threatened.
“I remember my father not telling me bedtime stories even when I asked him”, Kerova and Vortrix listened carefully as Verion spoke, “one night when he promised me that he’ll tell me a story but when the night came, he came drunk and when I went to him shouting like you my boy in the childish voice I had, I went merrily calling out Father! Father! But father called for Mother and mistook me as her as I was almost of her size when I stood on the bed and he came close that fat father of mine and fell on me.” Verion almost cried and the two listeners too.
Then making his voice bold again he spoke, “That day lying under that round stomach of my father I promised to myself that when-ever my kid will ask me for a bed time story, I’ll always tell him one and also that I’ll not be fat.”, telling about his father and his relations with him, The Flame looked down on his boy and spoke, “But alas, I got a boy who doesn’t asks for bedtime stories but foolish questions.”
What the boy understood was that His father truly had a hard time with his father and Kerova was somehow taken aback by the fact that how much care does Verion do for his son.
“Nevertheless!”, Verion sighed, but now with a shine in his eyes he started again. “I’ll tell you what you want to know boy! Ask me.”
The boy was fascinated on these words of his father and his happiness broke all scales. Therefore, he begun, “What’s that mountain?”
Verion looked again at the mountain with his eyes locked as he recalled everything. “The mountain you see there is a scar on this land in the scriptures it’s given a name, and so it’s called- ‘The Devourer’.”, He began the tale.
“When for the first time landmasses came to existence in this world, there only existed three superior land masses who were given the responsibility to rule on this world and maintain its harmony. These lands were called ‘The Jewels’, each with a role defined by the most superior EYES.
The abode of the most divine being with the power of THE EYES lied in the west from where they watched us all their emblem was an eye that never blinks and keeps watching whatever we do, where ever we go, everything everywhere in this world. Being watched by someone who judges you no matter day or night, was something terrifying.
The second big landmass that’s the center of this whole world, the most prosperous civilization that ever lived, and will live till the end. ‘Tyrak’, the territory that denoted power and strength in the form of a double-edged sword, and later that territory was given five branches, each branch an element of power, all fierce and unforgiving but when used combinedly they make a place suitable for a life to rise, Flames and frost, and sand and runes, and the last one that seeked power from the other four and helped them when they needed, a store of deeds, the alchemists.
When by the order of the EYES, the five great Isles were created, on this land stood one single fiery volcano, The Protector, by whose heat came out the lava that flowed in all directions creating this land mass, and when came the land, then came the life. The plants and the creatures and a primitive being who was assigned the duty of maintaining harmony, born from heat and warmth blessed by the EYES and the Protector, in the ancient scriptures they call him the First Flame, and his wife the Flame mother. They lived here and established themselves, and their offsprings were called embers, who later grew and fought to be the torch bearer, the king of the Flame isles, called the Flame.
“You are one of them father?”, Vortrix asked with an awe of excitement and thrill, interpreting the words of his father.
“Ya boy, I’m the king and the current ruler and the king of the Flame isles, that’s why they call me Verion the Flame! HAHAHAHA!!!!!”, Verion roared like thunder and with him roared him son, “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! While sat there watching the two. “Verion just grown up Vortrix.”, she sighed
“So is that mountain the protector?”, Vortrix pointed at the mountain and asked.
“Hell no boy.”, Verion answered. “Listen to the whole story and you’ll know, what that cursed pile is: -
“After a few generations that lived and thrived, on this pure land grew malice, in the hearts of people. Robberies, thefts and crimes took place. The Flame who ruled at that time tried to establish control on the people, but he wasn’t able to control the feelings and hearts of men.
Because of this negativity that grew and grew the land was burdened and to get rid of it, one day came out that Cursed pile of stones- The Devourer. It busted out tons and tons of lava that started ending the lives of all the people living close and far, destructing houses, and farms and all that lied in the way of the magma, the ‘curse of Men’ swallowed everything.
Then the Flame, finally came up with the one possible way, that were the EYES, he travelled to the abode of gods and asked for their help. The god being kind and merciful, heard his call, and prayed to the river goddess who gave away a part of the sacred river that came down on our lands from the sky and flew past the hot magma absorbing all heat of malice and she went flowing.
And when she solved the problem of the Flame isles, the heat she carried became un-tolerable. She ran and ran and lastly led all the heat out in the form of the seeker. A balance between sin and virtue, good and bad. It’s dangerous but calm. And finally, after that day the mountain of balance ‘the Seeker’ became a place of worship, an example that gods help in need when asked with faith, and since then this river on which we are sailing is flowing, ‘The Drop of Ethenia’.”
Verion ended his great speech about the Flame isles and with a shine of achievement in his eyes he looked at his son for those expressions dripping with thrill, fantasized, but what he found left him furious.
“You boy!!!!!, You slept???!!!”, Verion screamed finding that his boy slept when he described it all in the best way he can. At the sound of his scream, Vortrix opened his eyes scared as if a beast came to ate him in his dream.
He then saw his father’s face looking at him with an offended expression. “Oh Father!!!!”, Vortrix broke from his dream. “I heard it all!!”, he said recalling everything.
Verion sighed and said, “what can I do to a five-year-old boy, that too of my own!”. He looked down on the boy and with a casual expression he said, “no worries boy!”
“But Father what about those painful memories of yours??” Vortrix asked again
Listening to her boy’s questions Kerova protected herself from leaving out a burst of laughter by covering her mouth.
“Oh you stupid lady, why did you laugh?”, Verion asked with objection for that laugh of her’s.
“Oh! Dear Flame!”, she said.
“I just remembered something funny.”, she said with a smile on her face, watching at her husband.
“I once went to the unburnt forest that lies west of the Cursed Devourer, and had a great battle there! I fought against tribals and all those who were there, and was accepted victor by every being there.”, saying this he pointed a point on his face trying to show something to his boy.
“You see this scar boy?”, Verion said. Vortrix came closer squinting his eyes and found a big scar that started from his father’s forehead and came down a bit below the eyebrow. “Father! Father! That’s a big one!”, Vortrix screamed amused when he saw it.
The carriages sailed through the river and travelled on the roads Through all that lied in their path including the river that flowed beside and irrigated the farmlands of the isle. Little Vortrix saw the pleasing view of the harvests with whom the breeze played, and the light of the great star gave them life. The carriages passe through all these sites of natural beauty till they reached their final destination, bringing back the royals to their Capital. The Kingdom of the Flames.
Upon entering the fortress, everyone’s eyes were filled with uncountable colors emitted by the markets shining brightly in the day-light. Every shop was different, selling something else, and around them were the people of the capital moving un-definitely. A crowd around a shop symbolized that something is being displayed for sale at a low price, that’s luring customers. People with different faces, different clothes, some with babies, some of young ages themselves, men and women and girls and boys. People of all ages were sometimes customers and sometimes seller. But they all felt happy living normal lives.
“Father! Father!”, cried out Vortrix. “Yes boy.”, Verion answered to his sons call casually.
“I want a sword! The carpenter’s selling one!”, Vortrix’s eyes shined.
Verion’s heart felt happy at the sound of his son, he said, “First time I have heard you shouting ‘Father’ twice and coming up with a really sensible demand.”, saying this he got his hands on the boys and rubbing his head with happiness and love he said, “Wait a bit more boy, I’ll give you a shiny one just like the shine of your eyes.”
Taking his hand back but his eyes still fixed on the boy he murmured, “Age is coming with its effects.” While the boy looked out of the window.
Age is coming with its effects visible clear like crystal as Vortrix's eyes shine bright. What is it that's coming? A trouble, a new journey or something that no one thinks of? But firstly the royals are back in their capital and here begins the main drama that will bind lives and people, and some characters that yet to be introduced.
Stay tuned for the next chapter of MEETUP ON TYRAK: PRINCE OF THE FLAMES.
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