Anneleigh once again entered deeper into
the keep. Niall Adnar and Emilyn Summers
were not familiar with the spirit guide’s alter within the Keep; they left it
to her to find and communicate with the guild.
Anneleigh searched the small alcoves and
hidden caves of the Keep. She was certain
the Aelfwar would not have permitted the shrine to stand if they knew of its existence. Logic followed that if she was sent to find
it, it must be someplace hidden.
The sunlight began to fade during her third
pass through; she became aware of a glowing light, illuminating a large square
on the highest level. Its dim light
glowed more brightly in the twilight and had previously been obscured by a
large amount of First Order Aelfwar.
She approached the shrine at the edge of
the wide open square and began to pray.
The spirit guide appeared at once.
“Prince Hylas will unleash the wilderness
to destroy civilization. Yet, the way of
the forest is harmony – life and death in balance. Hylas will bring only death. The Vigil’s strength is yours,
Anneleigh. As you strike, they will
strike tenfold. Awaken Kongeegon with
the power of the Vigil, slay him, and seize the Seed of Destruction that grants
him life.”
Anneleigh’s eyes flew open wide in
terror. “You wish me to kill Kongeegon?”
The spirit guide nodded its head. “Tavril weeps for her children. Her sacred forest is being torn apart by
unnatural flames and corrupt hearts. You
do not go alone, Anneleigh. Tavril goes
with you. The Vigil goes with you.”
Anneleigh took a deep steadying breath and
nodded. Without another word she left
the square. A short walk to the east
stood the heart of the keep. Within its
center lay a small seed pod surrounded by vegetation and life. It seemed to grow out of the stones of the
keep.
She approached the seed pod and it began to
quiver and glow. Without further warning
the largest treant she had ever seen came into being. It was thick as an old oak, covered with
jagged bark, and taller than the ramparts that surrounded the square, ten times
at least as tall as she.
“I will strangle you in the vines of
Greenscale!” It said, in a voice so deep those in the distance may confuse it
with thunder. Though he spoke, he
remained still.
She stood and watched for a moment,
puzzled, before movement to her left caught her attention. Prince Hylas entered the courtyard through a
door and stood on a high balcony, overlooking the scene.
“What is this? You think you can simply invoke the Vigil’s
name and halt my dominion of this forest?”
He shouted down at her. She stood
her ground, eyes fixed on him in defiance.
“Yes.
Tavril and the Vigil will not let this forest be overrun. We have asked you peaceful to end your plots
in our forest. You have ignored us and belittled
our attempts. We now stand ready to end
your reign here. No matter the cost!”
She realized she must sound braver than she
felt. Her outer shell stood tall, but
inside her heart pounded what felt like over a million times a second.
Prince Hylas smiled at her. “You will not
defeat Kongeegon that easily. Taste the
power of Greenscale!”
Behind her, Kongeegon had come to life at
last and was making slow strides towards her.
His feet large enough to step on her like an insect, his hands and arms
powerful enough to knock her unconscious with a careless wave.
Anneleigh ran circles around the square,
waiting for more instructions or tools; an enchanted dagger or blessed hammer,
any object to assist her. She quickly
recalled she had never fought a plane-touched being without the guidance of the
vigil.
As she circled the square she heard the
spirit guide’s voice call, “Quickly now.
Destroy Kongeegon while I distract Hylas!”
Anneleigh nodded and struck at the giant
with her daggers. She could only hope even
large plane-touched trees can be cut down to stumps. The moment she struck him he began to
splinter. The smaller splinters fell to
the ground and lay defeated, but the large grew into smaller beings of their
own, splitting her attention between them.
This continued for a few minutes.
Once or twice Anneleigh chanced a glance to Prince Hylas. She found he was watching, but immobilized with
the magic of the spirit guide.
Gradually Kongeegon began to stiffen and freeze. Above her she could hear Prince Hylas
speaking. “You are stronger than I thought. Priests, replenish Kongeegon’s life at any
cost.”
Anneleigh almost laughed at his use of her
phrase, but the humor caught in her throat when she turned to see the priestess’. She moved as quickly as she could through the
brambles and struck a dagger into the heart of each of the Aelfwar. Although she had ended their chanting before
they had time to heal him fully, their actions were enough to bring him back to
fighting strength.
Anneleigh took up her daggers against the
weakened treent once again. This time,
he weakened more quickly and seemed to lack the energy to spawn the saplings to
defend him. Anneleigh dodged his large
feet and hands, but was able to quickly defeat him.
“No!
This cannot be! Twyl promised
that Kongeegon could never be stopped, but here he lies, dead at my feet. You may have foiled my plans for Silverwood,
but when Greenscale is awakened all of Telara will be entangled in House
Aelfwar’s fae-touched tendrils. Until we
meet again, Guardian.”
With that, he turned and re-entered the
Keep the way he had come.
The dawn light seemed to illuminate the
square in a matter of moments. With the
conflict at hand, Anneleigh had been oblivious to the time she spent in the
Keep. Though it felt like mere moments,
she now realized she fought through the night.
The spirit guide came to her at the center of the courtyard. “It seems the Vigil chose wisely. This journey is over, but a new one begins, farewell.” It disappeared before Anneleigh could answer.
Anneleigh returned to the body of Kongeegon
and retrieved the seed of destruction.
She made her way quickly to Niall Adnar and presented the seed to him.
“By slaying Kongeegon, Anneleigh, you have
saved the forest and its people, but above all, you have restored balance. I can feel the forest creatures emerging from
their dens and the people talking in the bright, cleansing light. With Kongeegon and Hylas defeated, the forest
is free. Thanks to you, Prince Hylas can
no longer hurt us. “
He peered at the seed in his hands. “Now, this seed, this gift of Twyl’s, must be
cleansed and guarded to prevent others from abusing its powers. “ He placed it
into a cauldron to his left. “This is the holy water of the springs at Three
Springs in Moonshade Highlands. It will
neutralize the seed.” He removed the
seed and handed it back to her. “Brougan
Grote will know what needs to be done.
Anneleigh made the walk back to Argent
Glade in record time. The woods seemed
peaceful around her. The fire rifts and
goblins were gone, and the Aelfwar seemed to be retreating as well.
“Ah, Anneleigh, I trust you bring good
news. “ He made a motion to bring attention to the woods. “No one who lives
hear can understand what happened, and I am hesitant to tell them until I know
myself.”
Anneleigh recounted her story and handed
him the seed. He smiled, accepted the
seed and placed it into a small cage behind him.
“Now that you’ve defeated Hylas, there’s no
telling what he will do. Though we’ve
prevented him from unleashing Greenscale’s magic, Hylas has tasted its power
and will not give up easily. We will see
Hylas again, mark my words. Guardians
must remain vigilant for his return.
However, the Aelfwar threat here in Silverwood is contained. “His smile
faded.
“The goblins are another matter. Their defeat in Silverwood will stoke the aggression
of the horde in Gloamwood. They may even
attempt to waken their dragon patron, Maelforge. The people there will need your help.”
“Can I sleep first?” Anneleigh said behind a yawn. With the immediate pressure released, she
realized she had slept very little since she returned to Telara. "I also want to visit Sanctum before I travel further west. I have been here for over a week and not seen it for myself."
"I think you've earned that." Brougan said with a smile.
"I think you've earned that." Brougan said with a smile.
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