Spirit of the Wind - part 32Chapter 9: Vawdrey
Neither of them had to say anything after the name Vawdrey was mentioned.
The more time went by as the silence grew. Syreth wasn’t able to say a single word. What Florance just told him was a big piece of the puzzle for him. So many things that he wanted to know right now, so many questions that went trough his head.
“But them if what you just said is true… then that… wouldn’t it be that”: Syreth stammered, “Then this Count so many people have talked about would be”
“Would be your father”: Florance says, “I think that he was also the person who left you here with his hat.”
Syreth took of his hat and looks at it for a moment. “This…really was my fathers?”: He asks with a trembling voice as he sat down on a chair, “…Then how…. Why….??”
“Take a moment for yourself to let it all sink in”: Florance says, “I know it is quite a lot
Spirit of the Wind - part 31Syreth replies with a smile on his face, “What is it that you are going to teach today?”
Florance turns around and walk back inside the house to get some old book. “I was going to give it a try at this”: He says, “It has been a long time for me as well to be teaching this, but I think it might be useful for you”. Syreth turns in the direction of Florance. “Is it some higher level alchemy this time?”: He asks.
“No no. On that I can’t teach you to much anymore”: Florance says as he comes walking back, “For alchemy I can only teach you the basics. If you wan to learn more about that I’m afraid you will have to do that on your own from now on. It is not that I don’t posses the knowledge, but with alchemy one can only learn most from what one does itself. Sometimes you need to try new things to discover and learn something of it. What I am going to learn you today is about magic”
Spirit of the Wind - part 30“Not even about the mysteries surrounding the event that happened 18 years ago. Back then I already moved here so I only heard about it through the rumors that were spreading quickly. Traveling back to the village about once a day …”
“What is it that you know about the Princess?”: Syreth asks, interrupting Florance.”You did tell me once that you were someone who could use some magic years ago”
“What is it with this sudden curiosity about me?”: Florance asks.
“The Princess mentioned something that she remembered”: Syreth says, “She told me that she was teached healing magic by someone that was also known with some alchemy. This person came to the Selwyn castle almost everyday to teach her”
“And what point do you intent to make with that?”: Florance asks.
“Well the only person I know to fit in that picture would have been you”: Syreth says, “”However, for the fact that I can
Spirit of the Wind - part 29A deep red blush was on his face as he looks away again. Florance laughed a bit as he saw Syreths face.
“Then why do I have the feeling I have met her somewhere before Florance?”: Syreth asks, “And for all I have despised the royal family so much in my life, what is it that would suddenly drive me to help them out”
“Haha, one question at the time”: Florance says, “Yes, you have met her before. Even though it was quite a long time ago I wouldn’t think that you would actually remember that. The feeling that drives you forward is something of which most people hardly know something about my boy. It is something that you must treasure. In time you will know it yourself what it is, just don’t loose sight of it.”. Syreth stares at Florance for a while, gets up and walks outside. Florance follows him. “Then what was the dangerous part?”
“Ithric attacked the King”: Syreth says, “He killed a few guards, ke
Spirit of the Wind - part 28Chapter 8: Past en Present
Monday, 15th of February, 1651.
The night has past peacefully. Some guards had been up all night, walking through the forest looking for any clue that could be linked to Ithric. He had disappeared completely without leaving any trace of himself. As usual Florance was awake early and was tending the flower outside his house. While he was watering them he noticed the guards walking in the distance. He kept looking and wondered what it could have been for them to be looking for something here. He keeps watching them as they walk by his house without even saying a word. When the guards had disappeared out of sight Florance cuts a few flowers and walks back inside the house. He looks at Syreth, who was still sleeping, with a troubled look on his face.
“I sincerely hope that you don’t have anything to do with this Syreth, that the guards are so desperately searching for someone.”: Florance says quietly. He takes out a vase from the shelf standing
Spirit of the Wind - part 27He and count Vawdrey were both quite well known for their magic abilities and therefore irreplaceable. Even though it still is unknown on what ever went wrong back then some say that there was this fight between Ithric and count Vawdrey. Others say it was something between him and the King. Even the rumors of Ithric suddenly attacking people at random without any reason. There were a few days between his raging moment and the horrific slaughters. Ithric stared killing anyone that lived here who was either royal of some higher stand or able to use any kind of magic. Without knowing what to do. Without the slightest hesitation in his face Count Vawdrey asked the King if he could go and stop Ithric. The King agreed and send him off. Everything went silent for a few days after Count Vawdrey took Ithric with him towards the enormous house that was standing on top of the mirage hills. Nothing was ever heard again from Count Vawdrey nor Ithric. It was atlas a month or two later before
Spirit of the Wind - part 26Those with the saddest past can only hold so much hope and brightness for the future”.
“If that is something that can be guaranteed I would love to believe it”: Syreth says, “But with the hardships and tragedy of what reality can hold, believing is fairy tales isn’t something one must do. It doesn’t match up with what reality has in store for life so I rather have a diffirent look on life than that.”
“And yet you fill yours with fine poetry”: Ayris says, “With the little joys you get in your life”
“Joys that one can only hold on for so long”: Syreth says, ”But the miracles in life are the people one meets. I am but a lucky man to have ever met you.”
Ayris smiles as she looks at Syreth. Before she could speak the door opens and one of the guards enters the room.
“M’lady, it is time for you to leave”: The guard says. Ayris looks at the guard and nods. She stands up and turns toward
Spirit of the Wind - part 25What I just did was using a bit of healing magic”
Syreth looks at Ayris in disbelieve. “You can use magic aswell Princess?”: He asks, trying to keep his voice down. ”Where was it that you learned this Princess?”
Ayris looks at Syreth. “I cannot quite remember it all that clearly”: She says whispering, “It was a long time ago when I learned this. The onl thing I know is that I was teached by someone who was quite skilled with magic and some alchemy. This person came to the castle almost everyday to help me. I do vaguely remember that there was always this little boy with him but that is for how far it goes I’m afraid.”
Syreth didn’t say a word. He sat there in silence as he listens to what Ayris was telling him.
”Is there something wrong”: Ayris asks.
“Nothing there is wrong with me”: Syreth says, “Nothing there can be after seeing such a gentle smile on your face”. Ayris had a small bl
Spirit of the Wind - part 24“We don’t have all day for this.”. Syreth keeps himself quiet as he walks up the stairs. Going through a few doors before they reach the room he can stay in. He gets pushed inside and hears that the door behind him is being locked.
“Well so much for hospitality”: he mumbles as he looks around in the room. It was a small room. One small bed standing against on the right side of the room with a window across it. He walks towards the window and looks outside. The view wasn’t that bad. From this point you could almost see the entire garden. He looks down and sees Ayris and the King walking through the garden. They seem to be discussing something. Syreth tried opening the window but quickly noticed that that was also locked from the outside. He turns around, walks towards the bed and sits down. A small wooden drawer was standing next to it. On top of that a candle that seemingly had never been lit. Syreth lies down for a moment and looks at the ceiling. I