Lord seer

.KING INAR JÛ BERNIA.

Flowers. They hold so much when you look at them after having learned their meaning… And in groups they express even more. Ideas, messages, emotions.

King Inar spoke these words to his wife as they sat in the field flowers she had grown just within the past 2 years.

She had just finished pointing out and telling him the meaning, idea and emotion of each flower she’d chosen.

They were nude with the flowers only covered with golden translucent drapes and golden body jewelry. Their brown skin in contrast with the field her shade a tad darker than his. Still, they meshed perfectly with the flowers; Youth in their faces. She turned to look at him her smile dimming slightly

“you’ve gotten more white strands in your golden…”

He laughed

“My hair is of no consequence when sitting next to you love”

Her face dimmed further.

“I’m serious your using your ability more and… it’s spreading. You need to rest and let it recede…”

“I’m fine love”

Inar turned to look at the tree to the left of them and called out

“What is it Janus?”

Under that tree stood a figure pale as ice but ethereal in nature and expression. His long white hair, blue and white clothes and striking blue eyes brought an icy breeze to the warmth of the field.

“forgiveness Queen Cordelia, my lord Inar, but there is urgent news, the council is here.”

Cordelia’s ruby eyes flared with calm apprehension for a split second at the mention of the council.

Inar softly caressed her dark hair

“Peace love, for them to come here again, it must be urgent, as Janus has said”

He tilted her head towards him and leaned down to kiss his wife passionately and then got up from their bed of flowers

“Thank you Janus, let us go and meet the council.”

Sum 40 mins later, King Inar and his right hand Janus, were walking down a hall 40 meters wide. Dressed elegantly in blue, gold and white royal garments adorned with jewelry that sang at every step.

Janus was first to speak in this hall.

“you seem off Lord… tense. I know the last time they came there was strife, but they are no real threat to us are they not?”

King Inar was quiet for a few moments before his reply.

“ It’s not their coming here that bothers me but why they have, and I have already known the answer for some time now.”

Janus tensed at this revelation

“You have… foreseen, lord?”

“I have”

He turned to look at his subordinate and longtime friend sadness setting in his lavender eyes.

“The night has fallen Janus”

Janus’s eyes widened and drained of color

“Wha-what do you mean, sire”

They stopped their pace, and a silence hung suspended, freezing the very air.

“The night… and her people are lost Janus yo-your people are lost.”

He looked at his friend, his heart heavy, as he witnessed the destruction within him.

Janus did not speak. The death… the loss… He and the king, the friend he served, had fought wars and seen countless die and yet this loss was unparalleled and unfathomable he knew this was no lie he knew.

Inar grasped his friend and pulled him into an embrace, Janus made no move to reciprocate his mind and world lost…

Speaking through the air, Inar poured his thoughts into Janus’s mind

“Janus, Hope is not lost a fragment of your world still lives and has arrived here. She may be listening, so i cannot speak these words to you, and you mustn’t know till the time is right…

I leave this message and my last gift of wisdom to you. In all hundred of my years, I’ve learned this one thing. Love is the foundation of all, if you must strive for something in this world I believe it is love.”

A light shone across Janus’s eyes

His voice low and void he spoke

“Did you speak? sire…”

“No friend. I will deal with the council, console yourself and return to my wife.

Inar pulled away and paced down the hall, leaving his life long friend behind…

Entering his throne hall, his steps echoed through it all around him, there was a floor of marble 800 meters in length and width. It was like a canvas of swirling brush strokes; each a different color. There were large pullers placed throughout the hall as well and two giant fountains of golden water spanning the halls entering length. And at the very end sat his throne. Purely gold, simple and yet demanding.

A few meters before his throne a rectangular table stood its clean silver metal out of place in the hall of colors, and four beings stood all around it on either side. two of them covered in black cloaks lifted their hoods back; revealing black and blue hair, along with silver metal eyes.

The other two were middle aged handsome men one with sleek black hair and golden eyes thee other red hair and green eyes. Stepping across the vast hall in only 2 more steps, Inar was now in front of the table with them.

“You brought metallics…”

The golden eyed man spoke in response

“Protection, your Highness… this didn’t end so peacefully with our last emissaries. Although you didn’t kill them, enough harm was done…”

Inar only stared in response for a few moments.

“Why are you here?”

“Skipping introductions I see… well… fine.

Sighing, a grim expression spread across the golden eyed man’s face.

It seems death has decided there were too many of us. The entire population of the night sky has been eradicated.”

Cold settled in the air after the man’s words. Inar couldn’t help turning his gaze downward, he knew this already but some part of him still held hope he could be wrong for once. And that was just snuffed out.

“And of priestess night…?”

“The entire population, sire.”

Lifting his gaze, Inar regarded the four beings coldly.

“And what is the course of action here? Death this great trumps anything in recorded history… billions lost…”

“Yes, well that is why we have come, seir. We are not informed of the future sequence of actions to follow this catastrophe… Her Holiness has ordered all clan leaders to receive her decisions directly from her. At… thee under weave rivers”

“…I see”

Inar turned to look at the golden water, a distant look in his eyes.

“Well then I’ll pre—“

His sentence was cut short because the iron table had flipped upward, aiming to crush him. With only a light step backward, Inar was 20 meters from where he had stood a moment ago. And the iron table fell resounding loudly throughout the hall, revealing a gruesome scene behind.

both thee emissaries were impaled by white rods, from their chin through their heads, blood spilling from their mouths and eyes. The metallics they brought with them were maimed even more gruesomely.

Both their eyes and been gouged out. One missing an arm and thee other a leg. But they were both still alive, but that wouldn’t last much longer.

Inar scanned thee area searching for traces of the perpetrator, he’d narrowed it down to only one person the moment he saw the extent they went to disarm the metallics. Feeling murderous intent behind him; Inar stepped to the side, traveling 10 meters. A second later, the perpetrator was revealed. Hidden by an emerald cloak, they slashed where Inar was supposed to had been. The weapon was in the shape of a sword but not a sword pure white and primitive in aesthetic…

“Bone…”

Whoever this person was, they used bone as a weapon. With the grace of a trained fighter. They spun and propelled off their right foot towards Inar. Inar did not move to escape this time. Instead stepping forward, appearing in front of them. They changed direction in reaction, slashing an arc with the bone sword.

With a lazy swat from the back of his palm, Inar shattered the sword and followed up with a hook to their gut, sending them tumbling to the right of him.

They didn’t make a sound after the strike. Instead, they recovered quickly, hurtling four white needles towards him from beneath their cloak, but they never reached him having been burned to a crisp by a blue flame.

“My lord are you alright?”

Janus had appeared in front of him, slashing an arc of blue flames with the jet back sword in his left hand.

“I’m fine, thee emissaries are dead though. thee enemy seems to use bone as a weapon and can make them on the fly, I can shatter them easily but they’re strong enough to topple a few buildings. Avoid as many direct clashes as possible”

The cloaked figure straightened slowly; another bone sword appearing in their hand. But instead of attacking they keeled down on one knee. And pulled the emerald cloak off of themselves. Laying it flat to the right of them. The man under was pale as chalk and bald, dressed in nothing but black combat pants.

Some portions of their upper face were made of metal cable wiring fit in the shape of their skull. They had no eyes, just black sockets. Rasing their hands above their head they began to sign words.

“𝒯𝒽𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓊𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒹𝑜𝓂.”

A moment later, the clock began to rise on its own, forming to wrap around the shape of a person. Once it settled, the hood of the cloak fell back, revealing short emerald hair. They turned to face Inar and his right hand, their emerald and gold garments catching the light as an unnatural shadow cast over their face that didn’t react to any light, hiding their face in complete darkness.

They smiled warmly out stretching both hands.

“Ah…Truly a beautiful day, wouldn’t you agree lord seer?”

**

SNOWFALL

Snow’s mind was in agonizing pain, overwhelmed completely. Cutting off the ability, the pain receded but still lingered in his mind. He was panting while trying to stand up from the floor.

His eyes were pulsing, so it was hard to see. But he knew the way and began a pace out of the building.

“That sadness was unnatural that many people couldn’t feel that way for no reason what the hell is going on”

Stepping out of the building, Snow saw many more people on the street than before. They were all standing shocked, looking up at the projecting advertisements; a new message playing on all of them.

[Clan head and king, INAR JÛ BERNIA has been found assassinated in his palace hall]