The Gathering of the Descendu

Harun, is what they decided to call their little one. His golden eyes were ones that his parents were in awe of. Some folks had been saying the colour of his eyes meant it was going to be an era of good fortune for the kingdom. They marveled at their precious heir- the next in line for the throne. Every being from many varying realms had gathered to honour the birth of the young ruler, and to witness the wonders of gifts he would be granted from the magie. All the sorcerers of the kingdom smiled, as they created a space for everyone to be calm. While some focused on focusing their energy on protecting the rulers with a shield, others concentrated on reading the deep, inner thoughts of several of the guests who showed up dressed in dark soot like cloaks. Had they been cleaning the chimneys of the metalsmiths? Or had they just been too busy to realize that it was the day everybody had been informed of- surely they needed to do better and at least show up to the castle in less distressing habit.

As the crowds continued to step into the grand hall, the gong was rang, alerting folks gawking at each other to stop with the not so quiet murmurs of how some people showed up in rather unroyal garb. Eyes of guests quickly gazed upon the sight of the baby prince being raised mid air. The child was in the arms of the royal family's top elite sage. His voice echoed through all corners of the circular space. from the highest point where he stood, even as his eyes were directed on the book passed from sages before him... he was still able to perceive what was going on around him.

The second that he completed the reading of the passing down of the promise of gifts from the ancestors- and sages past- the whole dome space of the palace started to shift as if the ground was about to rip wide open. Harun lay peacefully asleep in the elite's arms. The sage sighed, and shook his head. He had a twinkling not too long ago as the stars shined forth across the night sky revealing what he needed to do, as well as prepare to face head on and now he had to not waver. The fate of the kingdom was- not only in his hands- but also currently under his protection.

Spurts of lava shot out from the crevices on the porcelain floor. Beasts burst out from the cracks, with lava oozing off their skin. To them the hunger they felt was much worse than the heat the lava gave off.

Folks were trying to rush out of the main hall, and pass through the palace's front doorway. As soon as they tried to escape, they heard flapping of wings, and they were swooped right off the ground....dragged into the air, and flipped around until they landed right into one of the beast's jaws.

The sage frowned. Here at a place where many other magies stood almost in every point of the palace, the creatures that he had banished at the battle of Og. These beasts never knew when to stay down.

Chaos continued around the hall. The other sorcerers seemed to be missing in action. The sage held onto Harun and winked. "Don't worry. We got this. It's time we show these things who's boss!"

The sage snapped his fingers, and the porcelain tiles rattled around forming an army of figures that had a similar form that the elite had. When he waved his hands, the tiles took off like a swarm of bees ready to sting. They moved at such a top speed that the creatures failed to match.

They cried out when hit by the force from the sage. He used the tiles to direct the beasts back into the cracks that lava still burst out of.

Harun chuckled. His laugh burst forth getting louder and stronger. The waves of his laugh created a chain reaction. Each section that had a crack was now closed, and the palace was not full of any beasts anymore.

Later after the mayhem, the sage handed Harun back to his parents.

They had been whisked away to a safe location by the warrin knights.

Both the King, and Queen had been worried about their baby. The sage grinned. "Don't worry. We had each other's back."

The sage bowed... and with a snap of his fingers vanished, with a twinkle in his eyes.

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Lundi 09.26.2022 Mo(o)nday