The Dragon part `6
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krystalkatzficzTranslations for the Dwarfish:
Yaaraeror = Ancient One
Voronwer = lover
The high priest stared down at his hand, he was used to the visions, although they made him slightly dizzy and a little sick, over his life he had gotten used to them. This was the first time he had shared a vision with someone and he blushed at what the content had been. It was something that he could ever allow to happen, he was the leader of the church, the Holy Father child of the gods, and he couldn’t allow himself to give into carnal lust. But he had seen it, which meant it had to happen nothing or nobody could change a vision.
He sighed sinking into the soft cushioned chair, 13 years ago he had witnessed his first vision and it had been of his own death. It no longer scared him to think that he was die, 13 years was a long time to accept that truth and as the priests had told him since he had never really been born he couldn’t really die. It was just a dispersal of energy, he would die so the planet could live it was the only way. He really couldn’t have something complicating that, but he just couldn’t, ‘not go’ with those three. When he had his first vision about them he had sensed a ‘connection’ between him and the elf but he couldn’t understand what Jun had said about him bringing him here. The Holy Father stared into the fire, watching the flames as they snaked and crackled their way up the chimney. There was one way to tell him but for some reason he almost feared what the answer would be. But if anyone could help him piece together an answer it would be Shoric Maduum.
Shoric was a dwarven soothsayer, which was a rare thing indeed as the dwarven folk were well known for having little to no magical ability of their own though the runes they could create in stone were some of the finest of all the peoples. Shoric had helped him many times before, even though soothsayers of any kind were officially outlawed by the church and had been for many years. The churches official position on their reasoning was that foretelling the future was a gift and only the Holy Father had the right to see the future but the Holy Father knew it was because they were feared for the magic that they had in their fingertips.
The Holy Father had always wondered why nobody had ever questioned the truth of that statement, if they had the gift, wasn’t that too given by the gods? Who were they to question their right? Shoric had saved his life once when he was younger and had made the foolish decision to leave the church and go into the town. Shoric had been waiting for him at the entrance of the dwarven part of the city and had rescued him from the people that jostled him and from the guards that had accused him of being a thief, his life had been saved when a group of bandits had realised the prize they had before them and had tried to take him by force. Shoric’s magic had stopped them in their tracks. The dwarf was also the only person that he had met that had been able to touch him without the oils and he had pulled him through the streets and brought him back to the church. A few years later the Holy Father had returned the favour by allowing him to both live and continue to practising his craft. His advisors, and Alphonse, had warned him against that but so far he had proved to be a help more than a threat.
He chewed on his lips focusing on the three auras of his guests making sure they were still in the anointing room. Seeing that they were he quickly took the keys out of his hiding place from behind the throne by lifting up the loose stones. Once done he headed through swiftly through the church, stopping only to smile and bow his head at the priests that he passed. Nobody questioned his movements, but he hadn’t expected them too, he was the Holy Father and could do no wrong. If Alphonse had caught him it would have been a different story but he was already in the guard tower punishing the men that had arrested the honoured guests.
Keeping his footsteps quick and light he soon he made his way up to the top room of the tower facing the ornate black door with clean sliver hinges. Taking a calming breath he unlocked the door and stepped inside and immediately found himself looking at the soothsayer. Shoric was tall for a dwarf and smooth shaven, his face was rounded and handsome with full lips and almost gentle dark brown eyes. His hair was as black as the elf’s but didn’t have the same light blue tinge to soften it, leaving the Holy Father with the impression of coal. He’s lips curved into a smile and he held up a glass of something that was a light green in colour and smelt of warm caramelised apples.
With a smile the Holy Father took it and drank deeply allowing the potion settle both his stomach and his heart. Shoric smiled again and then turned back to the fire was lit in the centre of the room. At the moment the flames were purple but he had knowing them to be green, blue and yellow before. A part of the Holy Father knew he should feel afraid but like always he only thought how pretty it looked. He watched the flickering flames for a few minutes while enjoying his drink waiting for Shoric to speak.
“I knew you would come” Shoric said eventually as he stared into the purple flames his hands mixing a potion “And I know the question you want to ask… Yet today you are afraid of… me… Yaaraeror perhaps you are just afraid of yourself”
“I am afraid” The priest admitted easily knowing it would be foolish to lie to the soothsayer, he smiled a little though as he looked at him. He was afraid but he would never be afraid of him, even if the priests did say that he only saved him for his own ends. “But I will never be afraid of you Shoric”
“A pity” He smiled, leaving the priest thinking that the dwarf looked a little happy by that statement, poking the fire causing sparks to rise to the air with a crackle. “So you have met the three that will take you from this place?”
“Yes, but… The elf…” The Holy Father whispered looking down into the almost empty glass and swirling the potion around a few times until it created a whirlpool.
“Your Voronwer..?”
“He is not my lover” The priest blushed hotly his insides squirming like a group of snakes as he tried to look anywhere but into the eyes of the soothsayer. Shoric let out a crystal clear laugh that echoed around the walls and then came crashing back to him, sounding beautiful but terrifying all at once.
“Yet maybe but he will be soon, ne?” He said “I know you saw the vision, Yaaraeror”
“I… That is not why I came” He managed slowly trying to drop the subject as he looked back at him. “He claims that I pulled him here but I did not…”
“Not intentionally, no, but your soul called for him, as his answered… He, not the dragon is your fate…” Shoric murmured and Priest realised that the dwarf’s eyes had become pure white. When his mouth opened it was like somebody was talking through him and it was not the Soothsayer that was saying these things. The priest had seen it many times but it still unnerved him and he wondered if his own visions made him look like that “Your fate lies with that of the elf…”
“Shoric…” he said hesitantly, he had been hoping for more clarity but soothsayers often spoke in riddles and even a dwarven soothsayer was no different. “How would I call out to him when I do not even know him?”
“Your soul knows him just as his knows yours, I would tell you all that I knew but you know by now that the fates… Or the gods…” He added as an afterthought with slight distaste an expression that made his feelings on the ‘gods’ clear “Have decided that you must not be told, I cannot go against them and neither can you… The pieces will fall into place as you go…But you should enjoy the finding out” The soothsayer gave a wink and the Holy Father blushed looking away again trying hard not to think about the vision he had shared with the surly elf “You must go now… Though I will ask you one thing…” He said slowly as he moved towards the door. The Holy Father stopped his hand on the handle, before quickly handing him, the second key to the cell door.
“When I leave you may go” He answered even without waiting for her to speak the question. He had always promised himself that when he made his journey to the dragon he would release Shoric.
“You are too kind your holiness, most would have killed me”
“A life for a life” he shrugged, he had only been a child when he had saved him and the thought of killing the person that had saved him was terrifying. The dwarf was also the one that had taught him to control the many things that he saw more so than any of the priests had.
“Then I am three times in your debt…” He smiled “Three times when you need me I will be there…But that is not what I wanted yet, there is one that travels with your Voronwer, Masaki...He is to be mine...”
“What?”
“He will travel with you...But by the 18th night I will come to claim him...”
TBC
A/N: Okay I changed Yumi into Sho-ric and its going to be SakurAiba as well as MatsuMiya but what can I say I love SakurAiba as much as I do MatsuMiya. I don’t imagine the elf is going to be too happy that a dwarven soothsayer is claiming his son ne >.<
Yaaraeror = Ancient One
Voronwer = lover
The high priest stared down at his hand, he was used to the visions, although they made him slightly dizzy and a little sick, over his life he had gotten used to them. This was the first time he had shared a vision with someone and he blushed at what the content had been. It was something that he could ever allow to happen, he was the leader of the church, the Holy Father child of the gods, and he couldn’t allow himself to give into carnal lust. But he had seen it, which meant it had to happen nothing or nobody could change a vision.
He sighed sinking into the soft cushioned chair, 13 years ago he had witnessed his first vision and it had been of his own death. It no longer scared him to think that he was die, 13 years was a long time to accept that truth and as the priests had told him since he had never really been born he couldn’t really die. It was just a dispersal of energy, he would die so the planet could live it was the only way. He really couldn’t have something complicating that, but he just couldn’t, ‘not go’ with those three. When he had his first vision about them he had sensed a ‘connection’ between him and the elf but he couldn’t understand what Jun had said about him bringing him here. The Holy Father stared into the fire, watching the flames as they snaked and crackled their way up the chimney. There was one way to tell him but for some reason he almost feared what the answer would be. But if anyone could help him piece together an answer it would be Shoric Maduum.
Shoric was a dwarven soothsayer, which was a rare thing indeed as the dwarven folk were well known for having little to no magical ability of their own though the runes they could create in stone were some of the finest of all the peoples. Shoric had helped him many times before, even though soothsayers of any kind were officially outlawed by the church and had been for many years. The churches official position on their reasoning was that foretelling the future was a gift and only the Holy Father had the right to see the future but the Holy Father knew it was because they were feared for the magic that they had in their fingertips.
The Holy Father had always wondered why nobody had ever questioned the truth of that statement, if they had the gift, wasn’t that too given by the gods? Who were they to question their right? Shoric had saved his life once when he was younger and had made the foolish decision to leave the church and go into the town. Shoric had been waiting for him at the entrance of the dwarven part of the city and had rescued him from the people that jostled him and from the guards that had accused him of being a thief, his life had been saved when a group of bandits had realised the prize they had before them and had tried to take him by force. Shoric’s magic had stopped them in their tracks. The dwarf was also the only person that he had met that had been able to touch him without the oils and he had pulled him through the streets and brought him back to the church. A few years later the Holy Father had returned the favour by allowing him to both live and continue to practising his craft. His advisors, and Alphonse, had warned him against that but so far he had proved to be a help more than a threat.
He chewed on his lips focusing on the three auras of his guests making sure they were still in the anointing room. Seeing that they were he quickly took the keys out of his hiding place from behind the throne by lifting up the loose stones. Once done he headed through swiftly through the church, stopping only to smile and bow his head at the priests that he passed. Nobody questioned his movements, but he hadn’t expected them too, he was the Holy Father and could do no wrong. If Alphonse had caught him it would have been a different story but he was already in the guard tower punishing the men that had arrested the honoured guests.
Keeping his footsteps quick and light he soon he made his way up to the top room of the tower facing the ornate black door with clean sliver hinges. Taking a calming breath he unlocked the door and stepped inside and immediately found himself looking at the soothsayer. Shoric was tall for a dwarf and smooth shaven, his face was rounded and handsome with full lips and almost gentle dark brown eyes. His hair was as black as the elf’s but didn’t have the same light blue tinge to soften it, leaving the Holy Father with the impression of coal. He’s lips curved into a smile and he held up a glass of something that was a light green in colour and smelt of warm caramelised apples.
With a smile the Holy Father took it and drank deeply allowing the potion settle both his stomach and his heart. Shoric smiled again and then turned back to the fire was lit in the centre of the room. At the moment the flames were purple but he had knowing them to be green, blue and yellow before. A part of the Holy Father knew he should feel afraid but like always he only thought how pretty it looked. He watched the flickering flames for a few minutes while enjoying his drink waiting for Shoric to speak.
“I knew you would come” Shoric said eventually as he stared into the purple flames his hands mixing a potion “And I know the question you want to ask… Yet today you are afraid of… me… Yaaraeror perhaps you are just afraid of yourself”
“I am afraid” The priest admitted easily knowing it would be foolish to lie to the soothsayer, he smiled a little though as he looked at him. He was afraid but he would never be afraid of him, even if the priests did say that he only saved him for his own ends. “But I will never be afraid of you Shoric”
“A pity” He smiled, leaving the priest thinking that the dwarf looked a little happy by that statement, poking the fire causing sparks to rise to the air with a crackle. “So you have met the three that will take you from this place?”
“Yes, but… The elf…” The Holy Father whispered looking down into the almost empty glass and swirling the potion around a few times until it created a whirlpool.
“Your Voronwer..?”
“He is not my lover” The priest blushed hotly his insides squirming like a group of snakes as he tried to look anywhere but into the eyes of the soothsayer. Shoric let out a crystal clear laugh that echoed around the walls and then came crashing back to him, sounding beautiful but terrifying all at once.
“Yet maybe but he will be soon, ne?” He said “I know you saw the vision, Yaaraeror”
“I… That is not why I came” He managed slowly trying to drop the subject as he looked back at him. “He claims that I pulled him here but I did not…”
“Not intentionally, no, but your soul called for him, as his answered… He, not the dragon is your fate…” Shoric murmured and Priest realised that the dwarf’s eyes had become pure white. When his mouth opened it was like somebody was talking through him and it was not the Soothsayer that was saying these things. The priest had seen it many times but it still unnerved him and he wondered if his own visions made him look like that “Your fate lies with that of the elf…”
“Shoric…” he said hesitantly, he had been hoping for more clarity but soothsayers often spoke in riddles and even a dwarven soothsayer was no different. “How would I call out to him when I do not even know him?”
“Your soul knows him just as his knows yours, I would tell you all that I knew but you know by now that the fates… Or the gods…” He added as an afterthought with slight distaste an expression that made his feelings on the ‘gods’ clear “Have decided that you must not be told, I cannot go against them and neither can you… The pieces will fall into place as you go…But you should enjoy the finding out” The soothsayer gave a wink and the Holy Father blushed looking away again trying hard not to think about the vision he had shared with the surly elf “You must go now… Though I will ask you one thing…” He said slowly as he moved towards the door. The Holy Father stopped his hand on the handle, before quickly handing him, the second key to the cell door.
“When I leave you may go” He answered even without waiting for her to speak the question. He had always promised himself that when he made his journey to the dragon he would release Shoric.
“You are too kind your holiness, most would have killed me”
“A life for a life” he shrugged, he had only been a child when he had saved him and the thought of killing the person that had saved him was terrifying. The dwarf was also the one that had taught him to control the many things that he saw more so than any of the priests had.
“Then I am three times in your debt…” He smiled “Three times when you need me I will be there…But that is not what I wanted yet, there is one that travels with your Voronwer, Masaki...He is to be mine...”
“What?”
“He will travel with you...But by the 18th night I will come to claim him...”
TBC
A/N: Okay I changed Yumi into Sho-ric and its going to be SakurAiba as well as MatsuMiya but what can I say I love SakurAiba as much as I do MatsuMiya. I don’t imagine the elf is going to be too happy that a dwarven soothsayer is claiming his son ne >.<
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Date: 2013-08-12 10:24 am (UTC)*is happy after the daily dose of fics*
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:01 am (UTC)Hehe I'm happy you're happy xD
Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-12 10:57 am (UTC)I wonder if the holy father looks like Shoric when he has his vision :D.
Oh. I hope there will be some tension between Jun and Shoric, but with Aiba's pleading eyes Jun will let him take his son XDDD.
Can't wait to read the next chapter ♥.
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:11 am (UTC)Lol it does get explained xD
Hehe jun is not going to be happy about someone taking his sunshine ne xD
Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-12 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-13 10:03 am (UTC)Hehe the elf doesn't like dwarves much either but he's gonna have to learn the dwarf was serious xD
Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-12 05:30 pm (UTC)Well, I don't mind the new pairing, since I also adore them. And yeah, this set-up of plot n the fantasy genre is making me reminisce on Witch Hunter. Aaaa, I wanna read it again.
And interestingly, in previous chapter, so jun aLso had the vision when he's young, my question, was he seeing himself with a male he couldn't see so he didn't recognize or he saw the face but couldnt remember nino.
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:16 am (UTC)XD I love fantasy plots most of the books I own are fantasy but I worry about writing them >< I'm happy that you want to re-read a story xD
He's vision will be explained in story but he only saw glimpses of the person that he was with so he didn't immediately place Nino as his lover xD
Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-12 06:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing! ^^
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:07 am (UTC)More matsumiya soon I promise
Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-12 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-13 10:04 am (UTC)Thanks for reading ^.^
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Date: 2013-08-12 10:51 pm (UTC)I like how Nino denies that Jun is his beloved xD
Can't wait for the 18th night!!!
Thanks for your hard work and waiting for more!!!!^3^
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:06 am (UTC)Lol he's young and nervous ne xD
XD
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Date: 2013-08-13 05:20 am (UTC)This is become interesting day bay day XD Can't waift for the next one :pp
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:08 am (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying it xD
Thanks for reading ^.^