He pushed the door open and walked into what looked like a scene from a movie. Tables lined the walls and beakers and tubes and bubbling liquid topped them. A sweet aroma filled the air as smoke wafted from a large suspended basin where a red liquid was being continually stirred. From the bottom of the basin a tube protruded and periodically one of the elves would turn the dial on it and the red liquid would pour into the vial they held.
The production of Rapture had begun. The next step would be the trials. Lorsan would need to test it on humans to make sure it didnt have a negative effect on them , too negative effect that is. He also needed to know how much they would have to drink to achieve the desired effects.
Trik walked over to a thin, dark haired elf with eyes black as coal and hair the color of chrome, Tarron, Lorsans top chemist.
How is everything going?
Tarron took a vile of Rapture in his hand and held it up to the light. He swirled the liquid around and around in the tube. Trik didnt know what he was looking for but he must have found it because Tarron smiled and placed the tube back in the holder with the others.
So far everything is as it should be, Tarron finally answered.
When will he be testing the first batch?
Tarron didnt look at Trik as he answered. From what I understand, he is in the process of securing the humans he will be testing on.
Trik nodded and started to walk away but was stopped by Tarrons words.
Is everything as it should be with you Triktapic?
Trik turned to look at the chemist.
Speak plainly Tarron. I do not have time for your riddles, Trik snapped.
There are rumblings that your Chosen is human and that she has fled your protection, Tarron watched Trik closely, a spy for Lorsan no doubt told to keep an eye on Trik.
She has left. That was all Trik said as he turned and walked quickly for the door.
I will be back tomorrow to check on your progress, Trik called over his shoulder.
The door closed behind him and he let out a deep breath. Pain was beginning to pulse through his muscles and he knew the pain of the separation was only going to get worse. He closed his eyes and wrestled with himself. He needed to protect her, but she didnt want him anywhere near her and Lorsan had forbid him to go near her. He had to see her, just one more time he had to see her.
If Lorsan thought he could keep tabs on his most accomplished spy, then he didnt fully understand the depth of Triks talents. Trik was only seen when he wanted to be and right then he was done being seen. He stepped into the shadows and followed the line of the building until he was moving into the forest beyond. He moved quickly and soundlessly through the forest until he found a small lake. Trik walked up to theedge of the lake and looked down into it. He saw himself staring back at him. He took a step and his leg sunk into the water but instead of getting wet it emerged dry in another forest.
As he slipped into the realm of the light elves, he crouched down low and looked around the forest. He was deep in their lands and would have to travel on foot the rest of the way to their castle. Tamsin had wisely enchanted his kingdom so that anyone entering their realm that wasnt a light elf, or welcomed by the light elves, would be traveling quite a distance to get to them.
He moved swiftly through trees, careful not to disturb the plants around him. He felt eyes on him everywhere and knew that Tamsin would have the forest watched. He didnt know the light elves land like he did his own, but he was a very good tracker and would have no problems finding the light elves stronghold.
~
Tamsin watched Cassies face as the enormity of what he had just shared sunk in. He hadnt told her everything; she wasnt ready for that. She wasnt ready to know that if Trik didnt choose her, if he didnt choose to love her, then all would be lost. Not only was she not ready to know but she didnt deserve that kind of burden either. Cassie would feel responsible if Trik made the wrong choice and she would blame herself. Tamsin didnt want that for her. She was so young, so full of love and compassion.
Trik is a King? Cassie asked for the fifth time.
Tamsin nodded.
And then he chose not to be a King anymore because, Cassie drew the word out as she waited for Tamsin to fill in the explanation.
Our people were fighting amongst themselves. We were once all pure and good. The Forest Lords showed their favor over us, their creation, and we flourished as a whole species. Then, he paused and looked away from her, his eyes losing focus as he remembered the long buried past, then something inside us changed. Selfish desires began to take over and some elves grew vain and conceited. They thought themselves above the Forest Lords, and above the one who had been appointed King. It was a difficult time. We each struggled with our own darkness, however great or small. Some gave in and some fought and are still fighting. The final straw was
Trik, Cassie whispered.
Tamsin nodded. He was tired. And instead of seeking the help of the Forest Lords, he walked away. He had the weight of a race on his shoulders, a race that was dividing itself more and more every day and it just became too much.
Cassie sat silent. She didnt know what to say. Who was she to judge? Shed never ruled a nation, never had the wellbeing of a race dependent on her.
So the Forest Lords just let him walk away? Cassie finally asked.
The production of Rapture had begun. The next step would be the trials. Lorsan would need to test it on humans to make sure it didnt have a negative effect on them , too negative effect that is. He also needed to know how much they would have to drink to achieve the desired effects.
Trik walked over to a thin, dark haired elf with eyes black as coal and hair the color of chrome, Tarron, Lorsans top chemist.
How is everything going?
Tarron took a vile of Rapture in his hand and held it up to the light. He swirled the liquid around and around in the tube. Trik didnt know what he was looking for but he must have found it because Tarron smiled and placed the tube back in the holder with the others.
So far everything is as it should be, Tarron finally answered.
When will he be testing the first batch?
Tarron didnt look at Trik as he answered. From what I understand, he is in the process of securing the humans he will be testing on.
Trik nodded and started to walk away but was stopped by Tarrons words.
Is everything as it should be with you Triktapic?
Trik turned to look at the chemist.
Speak plainly Tarron. I do not have time for your riddles, Trik snapped.
There are rumblings that your Chosen is human and that she has fled your protection, Tarron watched Trik closely, a spy for Lorsan no doubt told to keep an eye on Trik.
She has left. That was all Trik said as he turned and walked quickly for the door.
I will be back tomorrow to check on your progress, Trik called over his shoulder.
The door closed behind him and he let out a deep breath. Pain was beginning to pulse through his muscles and he knew the pain of the separation was only going to get worse. He closed his eyes and wrestled with himself. He needed to protect her, but she didnt want him anywhere near her and Lorsan had forbid him to go near her. He had to see her, just one more time he had to see her.
If Lorsan thought he could keep tabs on his most accomplished spy, then he didnt fully understand the depth of Triks talents. Trik was only seen when he wanted to be and right then he was done being seen. He stepped into the shadows and followed the line of the building until he was moving into the forest beyond. He moved quickly and soundlessly through the forest until he found a small lake. Trik walked up to theedge of the lake and looked down into it. He saw himself staring back at him. He took a step and his leg sunk into the water but instead of getting wet it emerged dry in another forest.
As he slipped into the realm of the light elves, he crouched down low and looked around the forest. He was deep in their lands and would have to travel on foot the rest of the way to their castle. Tamsin had wisely enchanted his kingdom so that anyone entering their realm that wasnt a light elf, or welcomed by the light elves, would be traveling quite a distance to get to them.
He moved swiftly through trees, careful not to disturb the plants around him. He felt eyes on him everywhere and knew that Tamsin would have the forest watched. He didnt know the light elves land like he did his own, but he was a very good tracker and would have no problems finding the light elves stronghold.
~
Tamsin watched Cassies face as the enormity of what he had just shared sunk in. He hadnt told her everything; she wasnt ready for that. She wasnt ready to know that if Trik didnt choose her, if he didnt choose to love her, then all would be lost. Not only was she not ready to know but she didnt deserve that kind of burden either. Cassie would feel responsible if Trik made the wrong choice and she would blame herself. Tamsin didnt want that for her. She was so young, so full of love and compassion.
Trik is a King? Cassie asked for the fifth time.
Tamsin nodded.
And then he chose not to be a King anymore because, Cassie drew the word out as she waited for Tamsin to fill in the explanation.
Our people were fighting amongst themselves. We were once all pure and good. The Forest Lords showed their favor over us, their creation, and we flourished as a whole species. Then, he paused and looked away from her, his eyes losing focus as he remembered the long buried past, then something inside us changed. Selfish desires began to take over and some elves grew vain and conceited. They thought themselves above the Forest Lords, and above the one who had been appointed King. It was a difficult time. We each struggled with our own darkness, however great or small. Some gave in and some fought and are still fighting. The final straw was
Trik, Cassie whispered.
Tamsin nodded. He was tired. And instead of seeking the help of the Forest Lords, he walked away. He had the weight of a race on his shoulders, a race that was dividing itself more and more every day and it just became too much.
Cassie sat silent. She didnt know what to say. Who was she to judge? Shed never ruled a nation, never had the wellbeing of a race dependent on her.
So the Forest Lords just let him walk away? Cassie finally asked.
