Wielder of the Flame
Page 62
Laura.
He thought.
Just wait. I’m almost there.
The stairs seemed to lead up to a giant nebula in the far distance. It was purple and blue with splashes of flashing gold and crimson. That was his destination.
Then, everything around Marc was changing, transforming, and disappearing, the people, the tables, the silverware, the food, everything in the restaurant, all vanished in an instant and Marc found himself shooting through space heading towards the nebula.
His suit and clothes had been replaced as well and he was back in his armor, rips, dirt and everything. The Sword of the Phoenix was still strapped to his waist.
Within seconds he had reached the multi-colored nebula and burst through its shifting clouds where an invisible force slowed him until he stopped, hovering in the center of the nebula.
Also in the center, floating on a cloud, was a large stone pedestal supporting a sphere upon which two figures were laying their hands, palms down, fingers spread, conforming to the curve of the sphere.
Everything was bright, and shining with glowing colored illumination.
The two figures were humanoid, one obviously a male and the other a female, but they were glowing, corporeal, dressed in free flowing multi-hued robes and capes which moved as if in water.
The male had the face of a mixture between some sort of stag with antlers, and a human man of about forty years of age, and the other a beautiful woman of about thirty mixed with the features of a fairy, the true forms of Roy and Vanessa.
Before Marc arrived at the center of the nebula they had their eyes closed as if they were deep in thought, but the moment he neared them the two figures who Marc recognized as Roy and Vanessa opened their eyes and turned their heads toward him.
“Congratulations child,” Vanessa spoke, her voice was different, more heavenly, and echoed, yet held the same sounds as back in the restaurant.
“You have a heart pure enough to see us as we truly are. You have a heart pure with love, never lose that. But do not waste time here, go! Your entity awaits.”
And the instant she finished, the sphere in front of them flashed with a blinding ray of white light and the scene before the young man was replaced once more.
***
Marc stood on the familiar a plain of never ending silver and grey.
But this time, he was not alone.
The Phoenix stood now before the young man, no longer as a shapeless form in a circle of fire, neither a small, faintly glowing bird, but a Phoenix, The Phoenix in its true form, filled with all its glory and power, surrounded by an inferno of roaring red, orange and golden flames.
The two stood there, looking at each other for a time until finally the Phoenix spoke
Marcus! The magnificent bird communicated through the mind, just like the phoenix had done so last time the young man had seen it. It was a friendly voice, and reminded him slightly of Sesuadra.
You have done it, you have broken the barrier completely and indefinitely that had separated us. And now neither that barrier nor time can hinder our communication.
“Alright,” Marc looked up into the majestic eyes of the magnificent creature and asked, “What should I call you, then?”
You may call me Kai.
To be continued in Book II:
Master of the Flame
***
End
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Nikolas Rex resides in Washington State with his wife and two daughters. He is currently pursuing a B.A. in Digital Technology and Culture at Washington State University Tri-Cities and a minor in Fine Arts. He has a deep love for the written word and a passion for design. Aside from writing fantasy, his other hobbies and interests include sketching concept art, reading fantasy and science fiction, spending time with his family, and playing low-fi board games.
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