The Spiritual Invasion of Muhsi'um

Fear thrives in the hearts of mortals and bonds with their souls, birds are gone and a scent of death mix with the air. Crystal Ernorean swords are thirsty for some unknown blood, a silence endures for a moment, Furah and Adimh exchange cold looks, there is also some thing personal in their eyes. Vaers comes flying to aid the mortals, he lands beside Adimh. " Araik mirs, atulakim asasi Valarieh. " he says speaking Valin, others are supprise as they wonder what the too are talking about. " Akai netashk vi'er simadai salai kusi, mirs. " Adimh responds, Duriun comes to the pair, " what are they waiting for? " he asks, before the valarins can answer, siinderins lunge at the thousands of warriors. They crush, swords sing tireless and gratings and brawls of mortals echo in the dark, the siinderins are extremely fast and agile and better in every way than the Ernoreans. With their wings they cut down the mortals and rains the city in blood, the crystal swords are of no effect to the siinderins they can hardly cut through their fresh, Neriid is battering viciously and vigorously at a female siinderin. He is faster but she is weird, his sword can cut the siinderins, he pierces it through her heart and she bellows in agony and falls to her knees, upon seeing this, the infuriated Furah dismembers both Neriid and his sword. Furah swirls like a whirl-wind killing a hundred warriors in a flash, Duriun scuttles and spears her from behind, he mounts atop of her and pummels into her front face. She hurls him into the wall, blurs at the same time and snatches him; lifting him by the neck, he grunts and chokes on his breath whilst straggling to free. " What are you? Little man. " Furah asks, she is surprised to see him alive she had killed him about a month ago. Vaers leaps high in the air with a sword in his hand to gash Furah's left shoulder, she wards off the strike and his sword gash the ground and it breaks, Furah hurls Duriun again and lunges at Vaers, she rolls and gallops crushing Vaers' skull with a right fist, she throbs his head into the ground, Aakanus shoots arrows at her. She pulls Vaers out of the ground and rips him apart, he dies right there and then. Thaluhs roars and wheels at a siinderin impaling his sword into one of its head, the siinderin flaps his wings hurling Thaluhs and he bashes his skull then passes out, Adimh smites two siinderin with his powers infuriating Furah, she vanishes into thin air and materializes within him and the pair glare into each other. Their rivalry scares the air, they fight in close quarters with fists, Adimh punches her and she breaks through walls, he blurs and grabs her from a head and legs about to split her in two, a siinderin comes from behind and wrings him. Blood flood and drench the city, the singing of crystals sword persist, thousands of bodies hide the soil, Silmur comes face to face with Furah, " kwiao sieruarua arachi!! " Furah complains to Silmur, speaking Solic, " blae'ta sul " he responds, queen Tarci is hurt, her head is dousing with fresh blood and help is gone from her. She is on the ground crawling for her life, a siinderin snatches her and holds her against a wall, he pokes and jabs her wounds with his claws and she bellows in agony. Thaluhs wakes and hears her soft voice waft through the mourns and brawls, his eyes sweep through the bodies and blood seeking his heart, he sees her pinned to the wall, he picks up a short lance and scuttles to her aid. He hurls the lance and a siinderin he parries it, it lances queen Tarci's left shoulder, the same siinderin blurs at him and grabs Thaluhs by the neck, " she is doomed, young mortal. " he tells Thaluhs whilst slowly ripping his heart out, strength parts from Thaluhs and blood trickles from his mouth, he cringes to his last breath. Silmur gauges the siinderin's heart from behind, he falls dead with a heavy thud, Thaluhs too and Silmur deems him dead. " Ki kolo, ki kilo, ki kolo ar helu " Commander Erona orders, speaking Ernosh, her right eye is blinded off, she is losing blood, Gobra straggles his way through the copses and helps her. Thousands of thousands have died, only a few hundred have lived through this historical day, Neriid, Turwe', and Vaers have died among the thousands others. It is a gloomy day of misery, the suns hide in red yet they shiny upon the sea of blood and it steams! The Ernoreans fall back and run through the tunnels and with Astridh's magic they seal of the entrance, every last one of them has made it into the tunnels except for one, Thaluhs and the queen is yet to realize it.

After weeks of trekking through the tunnels, the large number of Ernoreans made it through, a few died in the tunnels due to low air in the tunnels. The tunnels brought them into the Qadi swamps of Ataroth, all the locals are old women and children and the lame, sick and blind, those who could not fight in the war and no warrior came along. They hike through the swamps and come to Taikko village but the village is abandoned, the throng spent two nights here to rest and scavenge for cloths, some weapons maybe and food and water. Dawn breaks and a cold sun rises with quite a sad warmth, the throng embark on their trek head east, they pass through the scotching Taikko desert and thirsty beats most of the children and infants. They wail and wail and their wails echo through the endless and old desert, to the far end. A herd of roathrins from the Forest of Death catch the wails and head into their way, there are hundreds of them and with many having four heads. The roathrins lunge at the old and young mortals, pillaging and slaughtering them, with claws from black steel, their wrath will not be undone, the sand soil are soaked and drenched in fresh thick blood, children and infants are ripped apart. Hundreds die and hope disappears, faith declines and strength is gone, women hold on to their infants and children in terror and horror, a stranger comes to their aid, he is riding a white stallion. He is cladding in all brown with boots from animal skin, he has long and thick brown hair: his eyes are cold yet pure. He draws his flaming sword from his mouth, and he lose the stallion and lunges at the roathrins like a hurricane storm, he is skilled and great. He cuts down the roathrins with a mighty of gods. From his flaming Sword and the breath of roathrins fire ignites and the Ernoreans are burning and scotching to dust and bone, the breath of roathrins catches fire. He he puts the fire out from his sword and continue to cut through the roathrins, he whirls with his sword cutting ten with on strike. The alpha blurs at him, snatches his sword off of him and ferociously cuts through him with its claws, it grabs him and pulls him apart, it almost tore him apart another stranger comes drifting down. He blurs and rips the alpha apart saving the other stranger, he looks human but he is something else, he turns into an-even beast, seemingly the roathrins have a degree of respect and fear of him, they fall back for today. The Ernoreans bow down before the second stranger, he walks over to the first stranger and stretches out his hand to the other stranger and he stands on his feet. The pair stand face to face and they glow into each other, an old woman comes to them, " bless you strangers, may the gods look over you. " she thanks them with an open heart. " It may seem little in your eyes, perhaps, but gods have accounted for it, children were saved and so was the future. " she says, her voice is wearing out, she is old, very old and her gray hair is light. " I thank you both more than you can ever know, I wish I could pay you back but I only have words to feed your souls. " she adds, Merseus is moved by her words, he holds out his hand and firmly holds hers, " do not be troubled at soul, " he says, he speaks like those of old. He grins slightly, " am Merseus son of Eseus. " he introduces himself, the old woman smiles back at him. " Why are you traveling in large numbers? It appears to me like a kingdom, whole. " he adds, the first stranger turns to Merseus, " siinderins. " he answers, he seeks his sword within the ruins and finds it, he swallows it, astounding Merseus, who asks him who he is. " Am Sairoan, the One. " he answers, they decide to help the throng to safety before they can part paths, they agree to bring them to Neth-num, which is just beyond the raise of Desert mountains, about one week walk.

To the north-east of Urunaeth lies a small independent village of Lunas-Uh, the village is great and marvelous in architecture. Greatly designed and built by Turwe' the oldest of the Anduinh tribe-men, his descendant hold fast to his belief and customs. A few months ago the village elders send a band of warriors to go and reverse a curse pressed upon the village by the Trinity Brothers, the curse was a fake but there really was a curse. But the village elders did not know of this worse curse, the knowledge they had about the curse was wrong, fake. It is a yet a pleasant mid-morning, the fresh and soft mild air from the Turwe'an sea perfects the morning, seagulls and other birds of the air sing just above the waters. Lude is enjoying himself with a nubile young lady, he likes, the pair sit in the flames of love and breath love, they are great and are merry. Their laughs fill the air and their smiles moves the suns. " The water is perfect, come my lion, let us have a swim. " Siuh seduces Lude, she takes off her clad, she looks amazing, all nude! She runs and dives into the sea, she is excited. Lude forgets about death, he feels like he is in control and the world belongs to him, " come…. it feels too nice here " she calls, suddenly Siuh sinks underwater for a time. Lude gets anxious and paranoid, his eyes glow and seek the sea, they return to him with nothing, " Siuh? " he softly calls, he stands up, it is quiet and the seagulls are gone. Siuh appears, lifted above the sea level, she is torn, a figure like that of man is holding her up, it tore her apart and Lude bellows in agony, " Siuh…" he cries. Other figures appear from within the sea, Lude is broken and weak in spirit, somehow he pulls himself together and runs into the village, to warn others. The children of the sea are colorless yet a shift of colors follow them as they move, there are about a hundred of them, the locals brace themselves for their end. Warriors fall into formation and walk out to meet the children from the village trying to protect the people, the children are not fond of this strategy. They revert into spirit forms and become invisible to the human eye, they pass by the army as they leave the village and they enter the village, they pillage and butcher and cut through the village with their Dacras. From the sea shores they armies hear the mourning, wailing and crying of the village, they scuttle back there but are too late, every last one is dead. The village is rinsed in blood and build on copses, the warriors break and their minds fail, children and women cut through in half like animals, their cryings echo in the heavens and gods answer only with little rains to refresh their souls, the warriors soak and soak. " What did this? " a warrior asks Lude, he is lost. The rains have stopped, " and why…..? " another one adds. A children materializes, he is visible and tall than any mortal, this is Elkihda, " oh… how tragedy….. " he begins, he speaks slowly and his voice is old. He draws at Lude, he is cringing to his sword. " It hurts knowing you have failed to protect that which you love most. You only live to protect and yet you failed to protect any one, so sad. " he goes on. A warrior from behind asks him what he wants, he swirls and startles the warrior, " you know, not one of them could have died, had some one not gone to that Temple. Who ever they are, phew, I can kiss them, merry. " he adds, the warriors are surprised and they all look to Lude, he is confused of how things are turning. Just this morning he was happy with Siuh now she is dead, his village too. " What is he talking about, Lude. What did you do? " Deakol asks, Elkihda slowly turns around to Lude, he is amused. " Oh, now… thank you! Damn! " he says, Lude is perplexed as he ponders what the curse was really about. " It was not me, okay. He sacrificed two warriors, I was one of the elements but it did not work on me. " he answers, he glares at Elkihda, " the curse was suppose to reverse the curse, what did you mean, about the Temple? " Lude asks Elkihda. " The Trinity Brothers are many things, they are the ones who cast a spell that keeps us from freely walking on dry land as we did in ancient days. They are immortal, so when they cast the spell they bound it to their life force, insuring that it remains bound for all eternity. " he begins, " why are we not killing him? " another warrior asks, this infuriates Elkihda, he signs deeply and hurls his Dacra right at the warrior cutting his head off. The other warriors lunge at Elkihda at once, lances, axes and swords all at Elkihda, he parries a few but there are just allot. A sword finds his neck, he falls dead, his body reverts to water and sinks into the ground. A blustery wind gusts and the water level from the sea rises, a flood comes and swallows the entire army leaving their fate unknown, the village is washed into the sea.

Things keep getting worse and worse in the city of Bethorn, Lude and Deakol somehow for unknown reasons survived the flood, perhaps they where spared. They arrived in Bethorn last night, they are broken, not the way you imagine it! They where welcomed and brought to Fiiyemeh who strongly advised Oasaen to send them away, but that is not Oasaen, he is Reer, he is suppose to show compassionate even to the most wicked souls. He told Fiiyemeh that their fate would be decided by the gods over night, as they always tell him in his dreams. Dawn breaks and a sun kisses Bethorn good morning, bestowing a kind of hope within the walls of the city, Tyrcurs and Wiiluhs are also in the city he had come to bury his wife and uncle. Commander Isu of Namaraias is also in the city of Bethorn sent by lord Akkifh to see the king, he just arrived at dawn with twenty horsemen. He was given a house to wait for the steward to wake, his men along, this is Oasaen's father in-law, Wiiluhs and Fiiyemeh are in seeing Lude and Deakol in their cell. It is odd how things turn out, months ago it was WIiluhs begin for help from Lude's elders now it is the other way round. The cell is perfect fit, with beds and water it is not as much as a cell, " and you two, how did you survive the flood? Lude you can not swim, we all know that. " Fiiyemeh asks, he is not being easy at them, he is not believing them too. " Honestly, I do not know. We just woke up far from the village, " Lude answers, Wiiluhs sniffs, " Elkihda, he said, the curse you reversed in the Temple gave them a chance to walk on dry land again. Am sure there are answers to what that curse was really about, you know. " Deakol adds, Lude remains quiet and he gives it a thought, " I begged you fool not to go through with it, I told you that Fendol was lying you but you would not listen. That watcher told me that inside that pool was oblivion, I was there and I heard what he asked you. So do not pretend like it is not your lack of understanding that has brought this upon men. " Lude bursts Wiiluhs; he is lost and scared, he finally realizes just how much damage he has done. He can not handle it, deep thoughts trouble is soul, he bails on others in a hasty. Four knights come and takes Lude and Deakol to the chambers to see the Reer. The chambers are crowded Commander Myhraiah, lady Myhsary and lord Tyrcurs are present among others, Oasaen sits on his sit with Yvy to his right, it is warm in the Council chambers. Indistinct chartering fill the chambers, almost every one is happy. Lude and Deakol are brought before the councils, they bow on their knees, " Lude of Lunas-Uh what news have you for us? Tell us, perhaps you might find favor in our eyes and tell it true. " Oasaen asks Lude, he turns around and his eyes swip through the chambers and then returns his gaze at Oasaen. " The children of the sea are coming for all of us, my entire village was wiped out in half an hour and only a handful of them came. We try to fight them but, we could not. " he answers, his voice is weak, " is this true? " Tyrcurs asks Deakol, - " oh… please lord Tyrcurs do not tell me you believe that. " Commander Myhraiah says. " The children have been gone for thousands of years, these two speak of lies, " lady Myhsary adds, Tyrcurs stands and walks to Deakol, before him he stops and glows deep into his eyes and there is nothing in them but the truth. " What was shown to you over night? My friend. " he asks Oasaen, he turns to him, " we went to the Temple of Doom, Wiiluhs came along. He set free the children. " Lude adds, Tyrcurs freezes at the mention of the Temple, he knows exactly what lies in the Temple, his mind disappears and fear rises in his heart, " you would dare lie about my friend!! " Oasaen yells, scaring the two. The doors open and Commander Isu of Namaraias walks through them with Wiiluhs coming behind him, he is weak in spirit. " Dad! " Yvy calls and runs to her father surprising every one in the chambers, they hug, Oasaen stands from his sit and walks down to meet his father in-law. They greet with warm hand shakes, though they do not really get along. " It is good to see you Commander. Come…. sit with me. " Oasaen offers, upon taking a serious gaze and reminiscing Commander Isu's voice she recognizes him. " Isu?….." calls Commander Myhraiah, she stands and walks off her sit. The moment is changing, Commander Isu turns and seeks who is calling, his eyes find her and he recognizes her right away, he is shocked and his heart flooded with immense joy. Tears of joy wet his eyes, every one is perplexed and remain astound in the moment. " Dad, you no Commander Myhraiah? " Ivy asks, Isu is deep, flashes of memories overwhelm his mind, " My god! " he exhales, Ivy Is confused now, " I never thought I would see this day. " Commander Isu Adds, " Dad!…." Ivy calls. " No, she is, my… my." the siblings re-unite with warm hugs and pecks, it has been twenty-two years since the pair saw each other, during the wars of Roathrins and Men in Bagon. " She is my sister…." Commander Isu answers his daughter. Two days later the city is warm and calm, hearts are open and the city is merry, Commander Isu told the Steward ever thing he was sent for, Oasaen told the Commander that he would convey the massage when the king is returned. Commander Myhraiah is in the Vrally with her elder brother Commander Isu, the pair are merry and there is no greater happiness that what they are feeling now. The place is perfect, quiet and nice with a warmth of peace, the birds are accompany the siblings and gods descend down to greet them. A radiance of pure light beans and the Vrally glitters, they sit beside a natural pool on a well polished stone, " after the wars, I sought for your bodies, yours and Eotheah's. I never found yours, we assumed you were dead, but later Eotheah found me, we dug a grave and buried a few of your things, Eotheah said that we could talk too you at the grave. " says Commander Isu, Myhraiah is quiet and she feels bad, " years later I was sent to Namaraias and I never went back, that was the last time I saw of Eotheah, am sorry. " he adds. Commander Myhraiah assumes the worst, her heart breeds, slightly she is shaking from within, she glows into her brothers' eyes with wet eyes. " .....Is she, uh? " she asks tentatively, she wimps, Isu takes hold of her, comforting her. " There is no way we can ever be sure, I heard she was in Miriath. I know it in my heart she is still draws breath, " he confines in her, strengthening her soul. She pulls herself together and finds strength in fear and pain, they laugh gaily on top over their voices.

Tyrcurs is outside his house just within the lawn, it is a perfect after and he sits in the lawn under a shadow refreshing his soul, he is missing his wife and uncle. His daughter Myaeller comes to him, she greets him with a warm left peck and sits beside him to his left, they are gaily yet lost and broken within, the mild air comes within them with a comfort. The pair are just starting to build their relationship, it is very unfortunate them, but gods have not forsaken Tyrcurs, they are trying hard to forget the pains and misery they are in. " The Ring, need I take a look at it. " he tells his daughter, Tyrcurs had no knowledge of it, she takes it off her neck and hands it to her father. He glows deep at it and his heart is moved, drawn to its seducing power, " no, my child. I can not take of it. " he refuses whilst gazing at it, a voice from it whispers deep in his heard. He straggles with his thoughts and goes in a trance, Myaeller calls him several times but van not hear her, he is seeing things in his heard, she hits him to the heard and he passes out. A few hours later he wakes on his bed in his house, Myaeller is sitting beside the bed, she apologizes for hitting him, " I had it coming…" he blurts and groans and he is surprised, his head is killing him, it must have been a huge brow. " Where did it come from? That Ring, " he asks, Myaeller drops her heard, " lord Fundin gave it to me, he said he would return for it. " Myaeller answers, she sees fear in his eyes and it arouses a terror in her heart. " You two knew each other? " Tyrcurs asks, he is surprised, Myaeller nods, " uncle Tyrphaen said I would need this evil more than any army. I know it is dangerous but we need it, with all the stories about the children. " she adds, Tyrcurs gives it a thought and finds his daughter to be right and at the same time wrong. He locks eyes with her, he can not lose her again, he hugs her and they are merry, he is also worried, something was shown of him. Wiiluhs comes finds the pair in a bliss, after greeting Myaeller excuses herself, and the two men take a walk, a sun is low and a cold endows in the city. The two men are best friends, it is always a good moment when they are together. Gods envy their bond and the two suns praise it, " so Kaelo huh? She is beautiful know, kind too, well I could tell. Am really happy for you man " Tyrcurs tells his friend as they walk, Wiiluhs is lost and his heart is shrouded in darkness, he can scarcely hear his friend. Tyrcurs notices this and infuriates him, feels like he is boring his friend, " what is wrong with you? Am talking and you are not even listening to me, damn! Why did you come here man? " he blurts, Wiiluhs is infuriated by his friend's blindness to see things as they are. " When are you going to see what is happening? We are dying here. I looked into that Pool, I do not know why I did what I did but I have to tell you something. " he complains, they walk in the streets and children peep on windows from their houses just to see them. " When I reversed the curse, one of the watches killed me, I, I honestly do not know how am alive but…. " he adds, Tyrcurs is astound and broken and scared at the same time, he looks deep into his friend's eyes and sees a lost soul. A sorrow befriends them and it eradicates all the joy in their hearts and tore them in pieces, Tyrcurs' eyes wet with cold tears.