Time flew by, A month and Arvin's birthday has passed, with him turning five years old this year Off the Third Epoch; dated three thousand and five hundred twenty four during Autumns Fall.
During this time Arvin has been both obtaining knowledge and adjusting his invention the Regal User System Interface too his desired optimal design.
Mimicking that off the Modern Computer Screen and Console Interface; which Arvin needed made to keep a fail safe or to add a security measure just in case anyone came to analyse or grasph the Glyphs and rune structures for themselves.
Arvin also got his hands on the family history book within his father side, finding out that his father is quite the special bloodline.
Coming from the Kingdom of Runoria with the house of Goldenstein as part of the main family branch. Blessed by the Numanorian Ancestry meaning that off royalty in terms of bloodline in the Numan's side.
In other words A race of High Numan, Making my father High Numan with increased life span and Regal Energy residing within their Regal core.
Brother to the king of Runoria an Ancient Numanorian City, that existed long before the second coming of the singing of the Ainurs.
However this history is for next time for yet another Important event involving Arvin is about too commence.
As the shadows in the dark move in preparation . .
* * * * * *
The Light of the Moon Illuminated itself intensely at the same Tree Complex where a young half blood Alvan spent most of his times in peace.
The Light pearring through a dimly lit room with its Illumination only slightly, As the addition of the floral designed curtains covered majority of the glass pane doors leading to the balcony coated the moons rays.
In that room notable changes have occured, the extra furnishings and art pieces are evident as reorganized decoration were nifty and well placed.
Occupied and Tucked in are two figures who seemed to be in a conversation for the night.
Holding the blaket sheets upwards right now is none other than Arvin who is deep in thought and laying beside him is Gwyndelin, hugging him gently in her arms, stroking Arvin's hair as she exclaimed her jollyness in a soft tone.
"Fufufu my little boy is so stubborn it's cute, I don't know why you are so insistant of not sleeping early in the night, It's bad for your health" . . .
"I want my baby too grow as healthily and happilt as much as possible, So please 'do' bare in mind about your height whenever you 'do' begin to compare others, hehe"
Arvin rolled his eyes at her antics as he clearly s
heard her emphasizing the do, true he may be sleeping at an unfavorable time at night, But that is barely only one hour more than the norm already.
Which Arvin is surely Jested about making him a tad bit agrrivated towards Gwyndelin's Maternal instinct.
"Mama *Yawn But i want to finish my studies, Mama!, there's not even a festival tomorrow?"
"Hmmmm yes, Yes, Yes *shush now my little prince, I will clear your schedule for tomorrow as we are going somewhere to do something important, And is quite the distance away" Gwyndelin replied seemingly excited.
Arvin hearing this, Adjusted his schedule, As he becomes elated whenever there was somewhere to go, or when there is something better to do then simply learning about this world.
As he rarely would travel certain distances outside his father's territory.
It only would occur whenever he is going to Alvan festivals or bartering with trade caravans passing by the town for wares going from destination to destination and onwards; such is the path of the travelling journeymen.
Arvin would mostly get his favourite Alvan Fruits from the festivities which taste like Candy for some Magical reason, or buy some Magical Tools for himself; As this was his speculation he excitedly asked her.
"Oh Mama, Are we going to the Outer Market to get some Alvan Fruits! Okay Mama I'm free tomorrow"
Gwyndelin shook her head while Arvin gave a slight frown at the same time, this frown only lasted a few seconds as she was hesitating to tell Arvin but did so anyways.
"No my child, We are going to the Alvan Captial of Eldeñur early in the morning tomorrow to get your Regal Energy Affinity checked by a Alvan High Magus from the Tel' Quesir Regal Magistrates"
She continued. " Well Naturally you will be able to control all the original elements, but that's not the case, we are going there to check your main element that we have to focus on"
Surprise and Awe was evident in Arvin by the mention of the Fabled Tel' Quesir High Mages. As only those of who are the most powerful and have the ability, Immortal and most wisest of all the Races were allowed to be tested by their Regal Energy Examinations.
That is a requirement to enter their Magistrate at the least, As he read about them in another book called the 'Post Legendarium'.
As they are quite strict in choosing their students.
But that wasn't what truly shocked him the most, It was the mere fact that they existed that truly baffled him.
' Huh so they really do exist as stated in this world, odd it was recorded that part of the destruction of The Valar and the Ancient City of the Alvans destroyed the Maiar Magis and Spirits Homes which resulted in the dissolution of the Academy '.
' Eh by Iru' illuvitar that's convenient for me then, I don't need to go risk my life visiting that forsaken place then '.
Arvin had only read about them in his books, they would always be mentioned whenever its concerning the space and time regal energies as it is what the Tel'Quesir High Mages study for their entire life, It is also the most profoundly difficult magic to learn about in all the Regal Energy studies.
Inward those who do master Tel'Quesir Magic can become one of the most dangerous and quite revered mages in the entire World of Regatian.
However this is not limited by how rare, Powerful, and skilled these Mages are, But through how ancient they are in terms of existence as they're dated back from the first of the coming of the Wizards ages.
Meaning they have an entire Three Epochs worth of knowledge and skill sets recorded in their Haven known as the floating fortresses 'Albatross'.
Whenever he is comparing notes between Regal energies Arvin would always use The Origin of Runes and Space Time Conjuration Method.
This is inorder for him to understand the difference in structure and foundation between two main Magic Patterns that came from the First Epoch. this would be his notes of comparison.
Questions filled Arvin as he wanted to confirm and ask his mother henceforth again. "Wah Moma?! As in the Fabled Tel' Quesir Magicians that can stop time and conjure space!, Woah that's cool! I wanna go to sleep now Mama hehe."
"Uhmm, Yes my cutie as in the Tel' Quesir High Alvan Mages themselves, One at most would be conducting the annually Regal Examination for those Regal Energy Practitioners that study in those Arts and Ways are checking the children your age for any affinity in Regal Energy" Gwyndelin Explained.
Another thought brimmed itself in Arvins complex mind "But Mama why do we have to go there to check me? aren't they just going to us like you said before" he asked her, questioning this very reason.
"Ahh, Well . . ." Gwyndelin paused as her face changed into a worried look that didn't escape Arvins eyes. as he also made a point.
"It's also Because . . . Your Grandmother invited us to dine at her Garden" . . .
'Ah I finally get to meet her, My grandmother as well as get my affinity checked'
Looking once again at gwyndelin, Arvin couldn't help but sigh internally. As she looked really sad and worried with reasons still unknown to him.
'I don't understand . . . What could possibly make her so worried and sad at the same time, *tch when I come visit Grandmother whoever she is I will give her a piece of my mind for making my mother this sad '
(Boss music plays)
' . . . . . . that's strange why do I hear eerie sounds all the sudden?'
Arvin's thinking was interrupted by Gwyndelin with a warm kiss too the forehead.
*Smooch "Sleep now my child, tomorrow is going to be a long day, We will Arrive there by Riding the Family's Gryphon, and then return by the Evening in the same way"
he contemplated for a while before steeling his resolve, No matter what i must not mess up the test tomorrow so that grandmother can't argue back to Mother no matter the disagreement they had before.
"Ok Mama, I can't wait to see them again . . . But before I go to sleep Mama, can you tell me a story" Arvin said as he wanted to relax himself and his mother dear for the night.
"Hihi, sure . . ." then Gwyndelin spoke in a deep Female Alvan voice. shifting her face to a semi serious Look on her as her cheeks glowed with pinkish blush.
"The World has Changed . . . "
"It began with the Forging of the Great rings . . . "
"Three were given to the Alvans, the Shapers of the Land . . . "
"Seven for the Dwargons, and their Mountains of Stormborn Golden halls . . . "
"And Nine, Nine rings were gifted to the Nine Kings ruling their kind . . . "
"For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race . . . But! they were all deceived!"
"For another ring is made by a Dark Lord, A Master Ring in which he poured all his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life into"
"One ring to rule them all . . . . . ."
. . . . . .
As Arvin fell asleep, Gwyndelin gently tucked him in the sheets. Moving away from the bed and towards the door with a happy face, Exiting it quietly closing the door. She skips forward to hers, entering the master bedroom with a big smile.
there she lay her self into a sleep like trance to savor the memory she reverie for today.
However . . . that was all for naught . . .
*
Gwyndelin widened her eyes . . . after seeing a familiar dread that would cause every fiber of her being to tremble in fear and grieve in eternal sorrow.
Fear was written all over her features, as she had not been seeing this nightmare for along time now.
For the Terrors of her past came back to haunt her peace once again, as she stood there in that ancient battlefield . . . wavering both body and spirit, as the will to live was taken from her on this very day.
This nightmare . . .
Bodies upon bodies of Alvan soldiers littered the charred black land while pools of blood dyed it unto a unrecognizable crimson, as the dark foreboding sky loomed over with purple clouds.
An Ear piercing screech bloodied her ears as she faced them in horror.
"Scccccccrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Looking up she saw an familiar Armored Blood Drake shooting out downwards from the dark clouds in the sky, towards a legion of Alvan soldiers as they released volley unto volley of Bell whisper Silver arrows at it in despair.
It Stretched out its Bird like claws, Swiping through them effortlessly, causing majority of them to be sent flying off to the backlines of the army.
The ranks wavered in fear from this.
Gwyndelin, Covered her Ears in pain as they continued to bled with tears almost forming from her eyes, she could hear multiple screeching noises coming towards her proximity.
More Armored Blood Drake's shot out downwards from the sky . . . Nine of them. They continued to swoop down and butcher the Alvans ranks at the same time gryphon riders fell to the ground from the toxic purple Haze being released.
There she trembled in absolute terror at all her comrads being massacred and torn into pieces, As she looked at them she could also see in the distance a huge volcano and multiple battles commencing separately away from them.
She turned stiff more so as she saw them again . . . Humongous monsters battled against her allies.
Magma Elementals from afar hurled molten boulders too their direction !, Giant Spider like creatures consuming parts of the rear forces !, Tentacled abominations were wreaking havoc in the middle of the army !, as multiple diversities of Terrible monsters crashed unto the frontlines . . .
Be it Tuskians, Spectral Phantoms, Dark Warriors, Evil Maiar Spirits, Fell beasts, and Obsidian Infernal Spawns were all there ravaging the Army.
An Angels cries could be heard from a distant plane . . . . .
. . . Slumping to the ground, She screamed in both horror and pain, as her injuries boiled itself deeply in her, Wetting her undergarments while placing her palms on her face.
She stopped midway, paling from seeing her injured arms, As purple veins were crawling around her body. Causing her to cough out blood in turn.
She clenched her teeth as she tried too bare through it, The pain from falling off her dead mount in the sky, and inhaling the toxins made her weak and vulnerable.
Races of all kinds screamed their cries at the top of their lungs, be it for war . . . or in pain . . . as everything around was in total chaos.
"Ohbrzåmb ygḧurguurdaz nyzzuv Ydyznorvyrup . . . ". (Death awaits you Alvan) (Language: Infernal Hissing) A low whisper bellowed to her ears followed by the sounds of an earth shaking stomps that vibrated and broke the ground, each . . . causing the black lands to slope downwards from shear absolute force.
*Thud Thud Thud Thud Thud
. . . A looming shadow encased her, She fell into even deeper fear as she barely managed to see her enemy, And once she did she realized her impending doom.
For an intense heat wave was being omitted on front of her. She was already broken in body, spirit, weapons and armor, when she felt that scorching flame, Causing deep sweats and blood from lacerated wounds to seep out of her skin.
There the thing she dreaded the most stood, A Charred, and Infernal, and Ethereal, and Colossal, Armored Horned Monstrosity sizing her up as tall as ten grown men, Gazed down at her body filled with blood thirst as its flaming void eyes peered through her soul.
And held tightly on its hands were Infernal whips being Lashed out on the ground, sparking it through friction. there it over shadowed her completely.
'Gul Aishar Mogoth' . . . The Shadow Scourger
It bent its body slightly as it roared with its might at Gwyndelin's broken composure. "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh"
Gwyndelin looked up at it, tears where trickling down her face, she wet the floor even more from the Evil Maiar Spirits mental attack in fear.
It stopped roaring as it spoke to her at once in a terrifyingly deep, hoarse and erratic speech. "Nyzärrz urzabgüth udaz rupghür Bryvgḧulrup züürd, Gröhrup häz dyzzüv ruzvrögdaz ruzbzür häz urzynäæzdaz gzÿvnörv, Brüüz gyz dorb nyzzuv ånr hruzzüürd" (Language: Infernal Hissing)
(Your Doom is near Chosen one, Even the light fades from the darks touch, For in here you are alone)
It roared raising it's Whip to befell her . . . and as she looked at it . . . It roared In all its might.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh"
An Flaming Giant Eye revealed itself . . . and burned through her body, As a Armored Necrotic Figure floated upon her in the middle of it . . . Again and again and again it burned through her body back and forth like looking at multiple mirrors. Like looking at your very doom!
"Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" the noise reverberated through her being, the images of it splitting her in half was left . . . as she turned into oblivion.
*
Gwyndelin sat up her bed nearly screaming "Augh . . . Ha ha ha" *sniff sniff.
tears flew down from her eyes as she cried "Aughr . . . Ughhn waahhh"
Axel was startled and awoken from slumber due to her sudden breakdown, He sat up and hugged her tightly.
Gwyndelin in return embraced him deeply, slumping down to him, shaking at his chest, as she held him for dear life.
Axel then began to stroke her hair as she comforted her nightmare once again . . . "dare dare, I'm here . . . I saved you . . . I'm sorry . . . I love you . . . . . Everything is alright now the War is over . . . for now . . . you don't have to fight them if you have too".
Those words soothed her burning pain, As the curse scarred deeply at her back glowed slightly . . .
Axel seeing this couldn't help but curse, as he sucked in a deep breath. "Damm him! too Liu, I hope he burns harsher then any other Evil Spirit in that realm . . ."
After a while Gwyndelin and Axel lied down on the bed hugging each other, as they were both surprised by the sudden flare of the curse that nearly crippled her.
As they embraced each other tightly with their arms, Axel kissed her in the forehead and began to cast water heal and Calm, which is the convenience of their home. "Agua de la Vida" . . . "Calma".
When he did so two glyphs formed around them, soon Gwyndelin came back to her usual self, falling to a deep sleep burying herself at Axel's chest deeply.
* * * * * *
The lights of a new day came, Arvin woke up brimming with endless amounts of energy as he jumped out of his bed and immediately took a bath with a water conjuring type spell.
Finishing his bath, A few knocks were heard from the door as Annabeth's voice echoed through it with enhanced regal speech boasting.
"Young Lord I'm coming In! . . . Wait were you taking a bath by yourself again!, I told you so many times that I must be the one to help you prepare the bath tub at all times?, Aish what am I going to do for you?"
As she finished the door opened, revealing a familiar coffee colored haired girl wearing a full body black tracksuit with frills on it.
Arvin Scratched his head as he didn't had to use a bath tub to his family's discretion. but didn't mind playing along then as they have yet to know that Arvin is fully capable of doing a full Tier two spells.
After Arvin changed his clothes into a much formal attire with the helping hand of the Maid Annabeth.
He checked the new Implementation he had installed on his 'R.U.S.I' Aka the Regal User System Interface, accomplished by using his identification card to copy and display his Own Identity.
'Stats' Arvin thought to himself, as soon as he said this a display screen only visible for Arvin's eyes to see appeared a few inches away from him.
(Arvin Goldenstein) (Psionic Mage) (Title: Other Worlder) (Affinity: ???) (Tier:3 Unseen) (Life Energy: 35/35) (Regal Energy: 250/250) (Recovery Rate: 7 per second) (Armor Ratings: 17% Low)
(Regal Resistance: 64% High) (Hearth Slots 1/6)
(Attack Power: Melee 4 - 9 Ranged 17 - 40)
(Attack Scope: 150 + High ground: 300)
(Attack Rate: 1.7 slow) (Speed: Medium + Lesser Levitation: Quick)
(Points: AttP:4, DffP:1, Spd:2, Dex:2, Vit:3, Wis:3)
(Abilities)
Passives: Lesser Levitation, Magi Hand, Regal Weave, Regal Cultivation, Disguise self, Heal, Recovery, Lesser Body Enhancement, Mind Scramble, Analysis.
Active: Energy Blast
Hearth Skill 1/6: Fae Illusion (Not permanent)
Fae Illusion: Confuses any targeted individual with Fae apparitions to the Wielders design, dealing 1 - 3 Mental Attack combined with a immediate reversed loco motor functions that lasts for 3.5 seconds tops.
Arvin smiled to himself as he didn't see any sorts of affliction that would hurt him. As he woke up again last night feeling a tad bit too itchy.
As he finished contemplating over this he walked down stares to get himself readied too leave his home.
*
Gwyndelin woke up a little bit earlier, as she told Annabeth to gather Vex Disruption materials for later night, For a bad feeling crawled up her skin as she relived those moments of her life through the reverie.
As she Pondered on its meaning with a Downcast face, She heard Arvin traversing down the stairs full of vigor and enthusiasm.
She couldn't help but soften at his smile, as she put on a façade that wouldn't make Arvin worried. "Ok the carriage is here my Little Baby come here!, Are you ready to get your affinity checked?".
"Yes Mama Let's Go! to the carriage, I'm Born Ready!" Arvin exclaimed jolly and full of expression.
"Good now hold my hand, little boy" as she said this she clasped Arvin's hands tightly slightly shaking from last night, this made Arvin surprised in his mind.
'Is Grandmother that scary??, What should I do then when i piss her off?'
Both Arvin and Gwyndelin walked slowly outside the tree complex, Exiting the door Arvin and Lady Gwyndelin were greeted by Reg'Nalson, gesturing them to enter the open door of a jewel blue and gold made wooden carriage, coupled by reinforced glass windows.
Placed on the door was the Banner of the house of Goldstein being a golden castle chess piece with a crown over it with a blue background, on front of it are two orange colored feathered winged animals larger than a horse with peculiar features.
Having Eagle like hind claws and at the back horse legs with larger hooves, there on its body are enormous Bird wings, as its facial features it looked like a bird with pointed ears.
So as soon as possible Arvin and Gwyndelin entered the carriage, ready for the task at hand.
The Carriage sped up from the runway like a plane and then lifted off to the sky going north west, As the raised higher and higher off the ground Arvin looked out the window out of boredom.
As the feeling of lifting off felt very much like plane turbulence to his disappointment. they left the territory in a matter of minutes for the silhouette of the outskirts were still barely visible high up from the sky.
The Carriage sped up the longer they stayed up in the air, soon the territory of Faerwood got farther and farther.
*
*Neeeeiighhhh a Infernal horses cry reverberated through the air, As a Black Robed Figure with a Metal mask looks up to the sky, It held the horses reigns tightly with spiked gauntlets as it gave a knowing look at the Carriage speeding up to the capital.
Raising it's left hand incased in steel, it pointed towards the the carriage full of malice and terror as it spoke in a ghastly whisper like voice
"Zörgḧ ruzbhäk nyzzuv" (We found you)
(Language: Infernal Hissing).
lifting the reigns up, they moved with incomprehensible agility , the infernal horse and it's rider began to skip through the forest trees towards another group of black Robed riders . . . totaling them in numbers of Nine . . .