The Awakening: Artifact of Creation
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“Asher unleash it, allow the Awakening to come forth.” Gaphii’el urged.
Asher raised a single hand forward, palm facing outward. The fits of electricity became more violent, the wind a terrible rage around him. Then he felt something break inside of him. The terrible animal that was fighting to escape from within Asher’s heart, had finally broken through its cage, it was now set free.
Asher clenched his teeth and pushed hard, focusing on the symbol that had emerged from his palm. Instantly, a beam of brilliant white light erupted from the center of his palm. It filled the air with a blinding aura. It exploded outward setting nearby trees and brush on fire. Then as quickly as it came, the light dispersed and Asher collapsed to the ground breathing heavily.
Gaphii’el approached the boy. He walked slowly through the fire that danced on the ground. The hood of his cloak pulled low, he looked like a shadowy wraith. “Asher, you did it. Remember that feeling. That is only a portion of the Awakening. Rest for now, but be ready. Within the hour Elixir will arrive.”
Epilogue
The Archon rushed through the stone hallway of Anin’Nar. Her footsteps echoed softly in the large hallways. Her mind raced. Something had happened and she needed to know. Down a flight of stair she ran and passed a series of closed doorways. Then at the end of a long hallway, she rushed through a closed door.
In a whir, she passed her trusted guard, Geoff, who was dozing at a table next to a myriad of opened books and scattered papers. He opened his eyes wearily when the Archon burst through the doorway.
“Archon is something wrong?” He asked.
The Archon raced through the room, overturning tables and opening drawers ignoring the guard’s question. Finally, she found a round orb covered in dust. She wiped the dust off and set the orb on the desk.
“Something has happened.” She said.
In seconds, the orb illuminated yellow and showed an image of a boy in a field. She watched the image of the boy form within the orb, his hand stretched forth and white light erupted from the center of his palm, and then the boy collapsed. The glow of the orb faded away.
“What was that Archon?” Geoff asked.
The Archon looked at him, a smile crossed her lips, it was the first time she had smiled since the murder of the Seer. “Geoff, there has been an Awakening. The ancient bloodlines have not been lost.”
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08/26/2016