Chapter 10: Echoes of Power
With the forest behind them and the Kingdom of Marelen as their next destination, Darian, Elara, and Arandor made their way along a mountainous path. Each step brought them closer to a region known not only for its military strength but also for its hold over ancient magical secrets. The mission to convince the kingdom to join the Alliance of Light was filled with tension, especially when it came to powerful and reserved kingdoms like Marelen.
"What do you think of Marelen?" Elara asked as she adjusted the strap of her bow.
Arandor sighed, gazing at the horizon. "They're tough. My master used to say their warriors could take on an entire army with just their bare hands. They're known for their skills, but also for their pride."
Darian nodded thoughtfully. "They are a key piece for our alliance. Without their support, it will be hard to resist the attacks from the dark kingdoms."
They advanced in silence for a while until they reached a hill from where they could see a vast expanse of land. In the distance, the castle of Marelen stood out, surrounded by a lively city and protected by thick walls. The impressive thing was the blend of the ancient and the new; stone structures that looked from another era were mixed with enchanted crystal towers that glowed with a faint magical light.
As they approached the city gates, the three noticed a change in the atmosphere. A group of people waited outside, each taking their turn to enter, guarded by soldiers dressed in ebony and dark blue armor. Their eyes, cold and impenetrable, examined the group carefully before motioning them to step forward.
"Purpose of your visit?" one of the guards asked, looking at Darian seriously.
"We come representing the Alliance of Light," Darian explained, handing over a scroll with the Alliance's seal. "We seek an audience with the Council of Marelen."
The guard examined the seal, nodding in approval. "Very well, proceed. But remember, in Marelen, we follow our own rules, so stay calm and avoid trouble."
As they passed through the gates, Darian, Elara, and Arandor found themselves surrounded by a vibrant city full of people from all over the continent. Merchants sold potions and magical artifacts, artisans displayed enchanted weapons, and street sorcerers demonstrated supernatural abilities. Marelen was not only a kingdom of military power; it was also a center of magical knowledge and commerce.
"Wow… this place makes our villages look outdated," Arandor murmured with a grin as he eyed a dagger that glowed with a magical aura.
"Don't get distracted," Elara warned him. "We're on a mission, and getting sidetracked here could cost us dearly."
Following the guards' directions, the group headed toward the center of the city, where the Tower of Marelen stood. The tower was tall, with ancient inscriptions engraved on its walls, and flashes of magical energy ran along its contours as if the building were alive.
Inside the tower, the Council of Marelen awaited. The councilors were imposing figures, wrapped in dark robes, and their gazes seemed to penetrate to the soul. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and Darian felt that every word would be carefully analyzed.
"Greet the Council of Marelen," one of the guards said before gesturing for them to step forward.
Darian bowed his head respectfully. "Councilors, we come representing the Alliance of Light, to discuss a possible alliance that will benefit our kingdoms and protect our people from the rising dangers."
One of the councilors, an elder with a white beard and sharp eyes, spoke in a firm tone. "Why should we join your cause? Marelen has withstood centuries without needing alliances. Our power is sufficient."
Elara, with a defiant look, stepped forward. "Because times have changed. Darkness is spreading, and only those united will be able to resist it."
Another councilor, a woman with silver hair and a serene expression, intervened. "We have heard of the Fog of Forgetting. Is it true that you faced it and survived?"
Arandor nodded with a smug smile. "It is. And it wasn't easy, but we managed to free the spirit trapped in the fog."
The councilors exchanged glances, impressed. "That spirit had been causing trouble for generations," the elder said. "If you have been able to face such a threat, perhaps you deserve our consideration."
Darian seized the opportunity. "This is just the beginning. If we join forces, we can protect not only Marelen but all kingdoms. Together, we will be stronger."
The councilors murmured among themselves, considering Darian and his group's words. Finally, the elder raised a hand, calling for silence. "We will offer you a trial. Prove your worth once more, and Marelen will join the Alliance of Light."
"What kind of trial?" Arandor asked, intrigued.
"The Trial of Echoes," explained the woman with silver hair. "An ancient challenge. Whoever overcomes it is considered worthy of Marelen's trust."
Elara looked at Darian and Arandor, knowing that accepting the trial was the only way to achieve their goal. "We accept," she said without hesitation.
The councilors nodded, satisfied. "Then, prepare yourselves. The Trial of Echoes begins at dawn."
As they left the room, Darian felt a thrill of anticipation. The challenge awaiting them would not be easy, but if they succeeded, they would be one step closer to uniting the kingdoms in the fight against darkness.
"Looks like tomorrow will be an interesting day," Arandor said with a challenging smile.
Elara nodded, adjusting her bow on her shoulder. "I just hope these 'echoes' aren't too loud."
Darian looked at them both, holding back a laugh. "Then, get ready. Tomorrow, we'll prove if we're truly worthy of their trust."