5 The watchmen

You can easily guess where Boris was going. Home. To relate to his mother what I told him. Instead of his mother he found his father.

- "You are looking for your mother?" Asked his father.

Boris' father really was his father. His name was Wilfred Condo. Mr Condo met Gadara 20 years ago and fell in love with her. After he discovered who she was he even wanted to marry her. Evidently she refused and let him the two boys they had had together: Boris and Idriss. Revenge first, kids after. It's her who asked to him to live in this area, near my place. It's him financed her such as she became a great business woman known as Sophia Durois. He was not directly implicated in her plan but he helped her every time she asked. The senator Condo was not the only one Gadara seduced. Actually all over the world she had several thousand disciples, sorcerers. Condo was one of these sorcerers. The sorcerers formed a powerful sect as well here as in the other side of the gate that my ancestor had closed. They struggled against the watchmen but since the latters were more numerous than them, the sorcerers often lost against them. Although it made her less strong, the fact to be separated in two parts permitted to Gadara to be at two places without using the gate. In fact her mind can be at only one place at the same time and the sorcerers of this place had to protect her body when she was not there.

Boris did not answer to his father's question. He had no respect to this weak man who was ready to do anything for a woman who did not like him. Condo knew what his son thought about him, he guessed it.

- "She has gone." Added Condo.

- "Where? I need to talk to her." Respond Boris on a hard tone.

- "To the other side of the gate." Condo answered.

Boris decided to get upstairs to wit for her in his bedroom. He hated the presence of his father.

- "She has let a message for you." Added Condo. Boris stopped all of sudden in the middle of the stairs.

- "Why? When will she come back?" Asked Boris. His voice let see a little anxiety. A message meant that she would keep long.

- "I don't know but I think that everything is explained in this letter she has let for you." Replied Condo and he got out a piece of paper from his coat.

His mother never kept long on the other side of the which she called Xera. Xera was not on the Earth. Gadara avoid to go there because of the guardians and a lot of other enemies she had there. Why would she keep long this time? Boris got back and promptly took the letter that his father held out to him.

"Boris. When you receive this letter I will be on Xera to settle some problems. Actually, the North's Dwarfs army is about to find me. We discovered a spy among us. I think that our other dens are threatened. I have to restructure all the organization. I don't know when I could come back. About your mission: I hope you managed to be forgiven. You have to regain her confidence. It's the only way to obtain the power of the Murui's guardian: her agreement to give it to you. About your brother: look after him well. I suspect him to prepare another plan. His loss of influence upon Rosalind was too sudden. You have to be prudent with him. The next time he could die. Don't care about anything except your mission and your brother. Don't disappoint me."

The letter was not signed but written in language of fairies. The language of his mother. Before she became a guardian, Gadara was a simple fairy. She taught her children the language of fairies and the xerish (the widest language of Xera which was originally one of thr humans' languages). Seven grand races shared Xera: the humans, the fairies, the dwarfs, the sirens, the elves, the goblins and the giants.

While on Xera, in the city of Aylesera, capital of the elves kingdom, the king Rodel had heard about the return of Gadara. He had convoked his three generals and Narhuils, thr chief of the Magic's guardian who was an elf was invited too. They were sat down around a great table. A map of Xera was on this table. the light and big room was at the same time beautiful and austere probably because the men there had a serious expression.

- "The North's Dwarfs told us that her last known localisation was here in the mountains of Shog." Said the general Lor-gal pointing a place on the map. The sleeve of his silver military uniform hid a part of the map

- "In the middle of the No-land?! Nobody would dare to go there. Are you sure of your source general?" Exclaimed the general Ragol.

- "I think that it's rather a good reason to go there. What do you think about it, guardian? Asked Rodel looking at Narhuil. The king wore a large and white coat which the golden motifs was barely hidden by his long and grey hair. If he was a human you could think that he was in his forties. Actually he was more than 500 years old.

- "Your majesty," replied Narhuil putting a hand on the table "the No-land is a very dangerous place even for Gadara. But if she succeeded in making a contract with the malefic spirits who possess this place it's possible she is effectively there." Narhuil was an old man but vigorous. All his hair was white and he wore a long white dress.

- "But is it really possible to make a contract with them? Maybe the dwarfs want her for themselves. Remember that dwarfs and humans were the most affected by the acts of Gadara three hundred years ago." Retorted Ragol.

- "It was about the East's dwarfs kingdom. Don't make a mistake." Contradicted Lor-gal.

- "Anyway I will never bring my men in this cursed place." Said the general The-ce. His black-chignoned hair fell on his back.

- "Please calm down!" Commanded the king. The silence came back then Lor-gal continued.

- "We are not forced to go there. The meb of Gadara soon or late will need to shop food; the No-land is sterile. We could wait for them in this village Froofin." He pointed at the map.

- "It's in the dwarfs territory!" Noticed Rodel.

- "Yes your majesty. But our relationship with the dwarfs never has been better. In their four kingdoms..." Said Lor-gal but Rodel cut him short.

- "Send them our watchmen. the dwarfs of the North will never accept our soldiers in their lands. The watchmen knew the sorcerers better than the soldiers for they fight them often. Let them evaluate the situation with the watchmen of the dwarfs. Contact the guardian of Murui and let them know all we have about the subject. Maybe after we could negotiate an army intervention with the king Tor-sa." No one discussed again knowing that the king decision was done.

- "Well, your majesty!" They replied.

- "Guardian, can I ask you the favour to be my mediator for this mission with the watchmen? I have heard that your son is a great watchman." Said the king Rodel.

- "Your majesty honours the old man I am." Answered Narhuil.

They stayed two hours again to speak about details before the meeting endeed. They returned to their own tasks and the king Rodel observed by one of the balconies of his palace the men going in the back of big birds. The name of these birds was Dao'la. These birds looked like eagles but were herbivorous. They had teeth and thei beak was round-shaped. On their paws, they were about 2 meters tall for 4 meters of wingspan. The palace was very great, essentially white with some golden parts. One thousand and two hundred elves worked there and almost a hundred visitors came every day. There was a lot of plants in the yard especially a flower named Alys. This flower was well-known to prevent the curse. The whole palace smelled it's perfume. It's the reason why they called it 'Alyss Palace'. It was a strange flower which colour turned at every rise of Af'n, the sun of Xera such as every flower had its own colour. Moreover, the name of the city 'Ayelesera' came from this flower. Ayelesera means in xerish city of Alyss. The capital had more than two million of inhabitants. It was a great market and several shops where tourists came to purchase elf spells and medecines, well-known for their efficiency.

The king stayed here and contemplated the yard and the people traffic. His bloodhound, a black man of around the same age of him was with him. He was tall, with brown hair and a scar on his left cheek which removed nothing to his elf beauty.

- "It's very strange that the heir of the chief of the Magic's guardian is a watchman, isn't it Elloran?" Said the king to his bloodhound.

- "The wife of Narhuil has been killed by a sorcerer when his son was a child. The sorcerer was there for the child. He as the Magic in horror even if he knows his own destiny." Respond Elloran.

- "I know this story Elloran. Everyone in this kingdom knows what happenened one hundred years ago. However, it's well sad a magician who hates magic." Said Rodel.

- "You are right, majesty. But the things are like that." Answered Elloran.

- "At least I am sure that he is enough motivated for this job." Concluded the king.

Narhuil had gone out the Alyss Palace as he was arrived: he teleported himself. He appeared in the front of the Murui's institute in the city of Inmeserine on the East of the kingdom. His son, Argan was teacher here. The practise of Murui was more difficult than the Magic one. And the Murui was younger. So the watchmen were few and the Murui's teacher fewer. When people saw Narhuil they greeted him with a lot of respect and brought him to the classroom of his son. He had finished his lecture a while ago and was speaking with two students.

- "Lord Narhuil!" Yelled a young girl astonished in front of him at the door of the claasroom.

The teacher got up the head and see his father and smiled. Argan was a young man of only one hundred and thirty years old. Narhuil and his wife had had him late. He had blue eyes and a childish smile who strangely got along with his 1.8 meter and his stature. His hair was grey like silver. He was probably the only elf with short hair. He continued to speak with the two students a few minutes again and let them go. Then he went out and greeted his father warmly.

- "Father! I am happy to see you. How are you doing?" He said.

- "Very great Argan. You're a good teacher. You don't stop even if the chief of the Magic's guardians is waiting for you." Said Narhuil with a large smile like if he was about to laugh.

- "I am sorry I let you wait. But I guess you are not here as a father but as a guardian. I perceive some anxiety. It is about the recent apparition of Gadara?" Replied Argan.

- "Yes. But I need to see the council of the elf watchmen." Said Narhuil on a serious expression.

The council was convoked the same day. Narhuil presented the situation and explained the king's decision. The council decided to send a group of ten watchmen to the North'Dwarfs kingdom and several missives to inform the watchmen of the dwarfs and ask for the help of the Murui's guardians. The watchmen formed a ubited community all over the kingdoms and enjoyed a certain freedom of movement.

The Murui permitted not only to cancel spells but also to save people. Its practise permitted to travel through the four worlds. It is by this way that Argan had saved me in the dark forest in the world of dreams. The Murui permitted to go to the world of death. It is by this mean that the guardians of Murui brought back victims of Magic (but there was a delay) Evidently, to access to each world practise, talent and capacities were needed.