Mianda and the Tools of Oblivian by Brigitte Stotzka (books under 200 pages .TXT) 📕

Mianda

In the beginning:


The long night was continuing. Heavy clouds swept over the dark skies bringing rain and storm. A tall man, travelling alone, made his way through the night sitting proudly on his white horse. He pulled the hood deeper down to protect his face from the cold. In the distance he could barely see the lights of Bendrill. Shortly before he reached the outskirts of the town, he pulled the reins to stop the animal, climbed down because from here he had to go on foot. So he left the animal under the shelter of some trees with wide leafy branches. “Take care my old friend. Be back a soon as I can”
He then made his way into town and entered an Inn he had seen in the distance. He looked around but the streets were empty. He entered the Inn, glanced around, seemed to be satisfied with what he saw and made his way to a table at the back wall. Two scruffy looking men, sitting at a table, talking about anything that came to mind, mostly they just stared into their drinks.
The traveler motioned the Innkeeper to bring him something to drink to ask him if he had anything to eat.
“Not much at this time of night” answered the man with a slightly sour look on his face “Just a bit of meat and some bread”
“Bread will do, thank you” He didn’t want to think from where the meat came from. Meat was difficult to come by since the darkness had set in, and cats and dogs had become just as rare as cattle or sheep.
“Right away”
The traveler had just finished eating his meal when two more men entered the Inn. The Innkeeper looked somewhat surprised and annoyed at having so many guests at this time of night. The men shook their heads after they were asked what they wanted to drink and made their way toward the traveler.
Glad to have found their friend, they pulled up some chairs and sat down.
“Gregorian” greeted the taller of the two.
Gregorian nodded graciously. “Alderan. Did you get it?” he asked curiously.
“Yes”. The smaller of the two answered with a satisfied tone in his voice. “Here it is”. He reached under his cape and pulled a long slim object wrapped in linen. Gregorian took hold of it, took a quick look what was inside, seemed satisfied and hid it under his cape.
“Wonderful” he exclaimed. “Now, nothing can go wrong.”
Alderan, who had given Gregorian the package, asked slightly uncertain “Are you certain that this is the place? And this is the right night?”
“Yes. Tonight’s the night. And we have to get to him before he completes his plan” answered Gregorian “If we don’t manage to stop him this night, well, I really don’t think I have to explain what comes next.”
They spoke quietly because they knew that walls could have ears. “Jan?” asked Gregorian “You do have the other item we need”
“Certainly” and Jan patted a lump under his cape. “Safe under here”
The three men sat in silence the next few minutes, each sunk deep in thought. Then Alderan looked at his companions and declared victoriously “We came this far and I know we can go the rest as well.”
Jan nodded his head and answered with a deep voice “Then let’s go. What are we waiting for?”
Gregorian took some coins out of his pocket and paid for the meal.
The men then left the Inn and after pulling their hoods deeper over their heads, they made their way along the dark and lonely street. They moved quickly and quietly down the long dark street. There were no street lights and no one dared leave a light burning in their houses.
Finally they reached the ruins of a large castle. All that was left of this once magnificent building was a heap of stones and ashes.
“We should spread out, that way we have more chances of finding the entrance.” Suggested Alderan quietly. They then spread out, picking their way through the rubble, rolling heavy stones and charred wood, searching for something hidden beneath. Then, after removing a heap of stones he found it. Alderan whistled softly and called out “I found it”
Gregorian and Jan dropped everything and quickly made their way to where Alderan was standing. He then bent down and opened a wooden trapdoor leading down into a dark tunnel in which they could barely make out a wooden ladder.
Gregorian went down first, followed by Alderan and Jan.
“Light” muttered Gregorian. And seemingly out of now where, a light appeared and they found themselves in a long tunnel leading to a closed door.
“Wait a second; let me look first if all is clear.”Gregorian silently opened the door and slipped inside. He listened carefully before lighting up the room. There was no one else here so he called out softly “Light” and the room became visible. The room was quite large with an altar standing in the center of it. The altar glowed slightly silver and a lone candle stood on it.
Gregorian silently called out and Alderan and Jan came in quietly. Gregorian called out softly and said “Out!” and the tunnel sunk in darkness. Alderan motioned to Jan to give him what he had hidden
under his cape. He pulled a small silver chest, delicately engraved with delicate letters. Gregorian placed it in a corner of the room.
“Gregorian?” Whispered Alderan. “Are you certain we are right here?”
Gregorian nodded and said in a whisper. “Yes I’m sure”.
“Now we wait.”
“Out” Called out Gregorian again and it became dark again.
After a short wait, the door opened and a small dark clothed man stepped in. He called out “Light”
Gregorian could see through the invisible curtain her had conjured up to hide them. Another man walked into the room. It was Baltevius. He was a tall man with long black hair. His face, once a good looking man, made hideous by a long scar, beginning above his eye, running down his face to his mouth and there continuing under his chin.
His dark eyes began searching the room.
“Leave” He ordered the man behind the altar.
“But I’m not…” stammered the man astonished. But before he could finish talking Baltevius once again ordered “Leave at once”
The man bowed and left.
Baltevius then made his way to the altar and exclaimed quite amused “Do come out, my dear friend Gregorian. I know you are here”
Gregorian put his finger to his lips to say not a sound and stepped out from behind the curtain.
“Yes, I could smell that you were here” remarked Baltevius “I had awaited you earlier. Welcome to my humble abode”
“I couldn’t come any earlier” Answered Gregorian in a friendly way “I had an appointment”
Then, Gregorian pulled the hood from his head and walked slowly toward the Altar. His blue eyes gleaming with determination.
“What can I do for you?” asked Baltevius “Oh, and by the way, your friends may come out as well. We are not in a kinder garden you know!”
Alderan and Jan stepped out from behind the invisible curtain. . Baltevius nodded slightly his head in greeting.
“I suppose you know why we are here?” Gregorian nodding his head towards his friends, and then back to Baltevius. “Your days of spreading chaos are over. So, I suggest you give up and we could be on our way home”
“Oh, really?” Answered the arrogant man “And how are you going to do that? Have you left your army outside? I can’t hear them.”Then Baltevius nodded and then said quite graciously “Go away and I just might forget that you were here.”
“Oh, don’t underestimate me. That is your problem you know. You just don’t know when to give up, my friend” Gregorian went on “Oh by the way; I have something here for you.” Chuckling delightedly “You’ll just love it, I’m sure of that”
He took the long in linen wrapped item and held it up for Baltevius to see.
“It took a while but I eventually found it. Well, a friend of mine did, and he gave it to me. Do you want to see it?” asked Gregorian Baltevius
“You know how I hate surprises.” Sighed Baltevius “Please, go ahead”
With that, he threw the linen onto the floor revealing a long silver sword, it too engraved with the same strange markings.
“Do you know what this is?” Asked Gregorian “It’s, as you can see a sword, but,” pausing dramatically “it’s not just any sword you know. It was made many hundred years ago. I must say, incredible workmanship. But then, somewhere along the line it got lost. But, thanks to my good friends, it was found again.”
And then, watching Baltevius carefully “What do you think of it? I bought it here just for you old friend”
“I don’t suppose you will let me take a closer look would you?” asked Baltevius with an evil grin on his face.
Gregorian lifted the sword over his head, held it with both hands and asked “Certainly, why not? Come on over and I will show it to you”
The man stared at the sword and laughed. He could see no threat here.
“Then show it to me” he urged, his eyes gleaming with hatred. “Show me what it can do”
Suddenly he cried out loud “To me” and it seemed as if the walls were coming to life. Insects of all kinds began crawling out of the cracks, growing in size. They shoved and pushed each other and one after they began filling the room with their presence and a horrible stench.
Alderan and Jan pulled out their own swords preparing themselves for a fight. They stood back to back with Gregorian between them.
Gregorian cried “Open” and the small chest opened with a brilliant white light, nearly blinding all in the room. After the light das disappeared the insects had vanished leaving Baltevius standing alone.
Baltevius noted this and for the first time this day a strong feeling of fear. “No” he thought “This can’t be.”
A loud cry escaped Gregorian because the sword in his hand began to glow and vibrate. It lifted him off his feet, so he let go and he landed back on his feet.The sword took on a horizontal position and began to rotate, getting faster and faster until only the pattern it made could be seen. A strong wind, forcing Baltevius off his feet, causing him to spin like a top, lifting him up into the air carrying him closer and closer to the small chest. He began dispersing in midair, and he began screaming in anger, while being slowly pulled into the open chest.
Then, seeing no hope of escaping he cried in a loud and menacing voice “You may have won this time. But, hear my words, I will be back. When you least expect it, I will be back. And I will be stronger than ever before. You don’t think this will hold me forever do you” He cried out filled with anger and hate “When you least expect it, I will be back. And this time I will win.”
The hateful and menacing words were choked off as the chest closed. The sword fell on to the floor Gregorian, breathing heavy, walked over to the chest to pick it up. He bent down; Gregorian picked up the chest and gave it to Alderan. Then he picked up the sword and walked over to Jan. “Take this sword and put it back to where you found it. We might need it again”
“Let