Short Story – The Blue Ice

Once again I write a short story even though your feedback hasn’t been sufficient to boost my will to write. You are simply lucky that I have this burst of energy right now so I willingly will write this just because thoughts and dreams are wasted otherwise. I’m so full of these imaginations that it would be a shame not to share it, or at least save it for others or the future when someone decent enough will properly give me feedback and appreciate my work.

Wind blew harshly over the barren ice and every now and then a gust threw up some snow into the air to join the wind. The wind was going west in an enormous speed, soon the wind would return from the east with shards of ice ready to pierce through the skin of any grown man. But that would take a couple of days. Five, he decided upon, it would take five days before the wind returned as a storm here. He nodded to himself and wrote it down in his book.

In the south he suddenly caught a glimpse of something shimmering, a reflection of some kind. He focused his vision and look towards the light. Near the horizon, just passing by a big hill made of snow, stone and ice a group of people emerged. They must have used the secret tunnels to get this far without any notification. But only a few could use the tunnels without being killed by the guards.   He pushed his vision even further, risking becoming snowblind, to try and se if this were a friend or foe. In the lead for this little group walked a man, all dressed in dark blue winter garments walking directly towards the settlement. He looked through the group following him and suddenly something dazzled his vision. Startled by the sudden light he took some steps back trying to recover his vision.

“My Lorrrd Prrropet, is everrrytin’ alrrrit?” the acolyte asked worryingly. “Yes, Chanaz. Everything is alright,” he answered, but then added; “Though I might be blind.”
He heard a gasp from Chanaz, but didn’t care for the moment. His vision had become blurred but even though he tried to relax it seemed like he was losing his vision, again. If the prophecy was right, this was the last time he would lose his vision and this time it was for good. The Holy Blinding! It must be the Two-Blood!

“Send a word to Fergos Chanaz. Say that the Two-Blood has arrived!” he ordered excited. It must be the Two-Blood, otherwise his vision should have returned by now. He looked to the sky, feeling it’s warmth against his fur. I wonder if Max is flying today? I wished I could have seen him one more time before The Holy Blinding. He turned around, trying to use his senses and started to walk into the settlement. There was much to be done; even though they still missed the White Wolf half of the prophecy had been fulfilled. The human girl, born out of a Brizzt, had arrived.

***

“Mission Accomplished,” he said as he jumped up from the pond. Barak stood crouching in front of him looking very sly but lazy, as if he was brewing a special plan, as always. He looked around and found the others standing around idly. Something was wrong; he could sense it, but what? It was quiet except for the buzzing of the fireflies.

“We have a problem,” Tindra said, looking down into another pond. He sensed that this wasn’t one of the usual problems. No, this was something grave. He sighed and walked over to Tindra to look down the pond, it was… flickering. “How…” he asked bewildered. “This has never happened, what’s wrong with it?”
One moment he saw the surroundings in a forest, most likely Lanticka or Deben, and then suddenly he saw the inside of a glorious hall, most likely at Magicka or Meno. It continued to flicker through a random set of images but never ever focusing. This had never happened during the two hundred years they had been in possession of the Galaxy.

“What does it mean,” he asked as he crouched down, trying to catch a glimpse of the Starcrossed. “We… don’t know,” Tindra said. He could feel her fear, this had never happened. He tried to push his presence through the pond but was immediately pushed back, or maybe cut off. Boris turned and walked towards the pond.

“Amathysta tried to jump down, you know how reckless she is, but was torn apart, thrown Gods’ knows where.” he said quietly. He always talked quietly, except for when he was angry, and then you rather run than stay and listen. He looked up at Boris, deeply saddened by the news. Amathysta had been with them for almost thirty years… he really had liked her. But they had a job to do, so he tried to push away his feelings. He rose and turned around, facing the others.

“Is everyone here?” he asked trying to see if someone else was missing. Everyone nodded and with the exception of Amethysta they seemed all to be gathered around the palms and bushes of the galaxy ponds. He sighed and then started to brief everyone on the situation, they needed to seek alliances with some of the others. The Order had shattered, and if they didn’t prepare they would all be killed when the corrupt Order decided to annihilate the others…

Well, this is it, some more stories. This is also a hint about what’s going on around the world right now. You know and have met both characters in these PoV’s. If you are clever and sharp you also might know what they are talking about and what’s really happening. If I count it right, you should know about three names of the persons involved in these stories.

Best regards,
Herid Fel