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Simurg	By : Cynthermes Category: A through F > The Cronnex Series Views: 1348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The town of Jedah remained asleep as the sun rose to its zenith. For traders and merchants it was the worst thing that could happen in a little island port town. However for a fleeing grandfather and grandson it was the best miracle that could aid them in their escape.
Their sandals and walking sticks made little imprints on the sand. Just up ahead fishing boats and empty galleys were docked and anchored on the shores of Mariana. Miermi and Elyn planned to wait for a trader’s ship and rent a small space to ferry them across the sea towards Scalene.
Scalene was another island town closest to Jedah where they can look for Fei, Mabelle’s cousin and Elyn’s uncle. With a little help from the seafarer they can travel towards the Kingdom of Corintha. And the elder herbalist in disguise decided to focus on the first task.
Miermi held out a long scope over his eye and watched out for approaching ships. But so far there were none. He wiped the sweat in his forehead with his hand and turned to his grandson who remained quiet.
“Don’t be so forlorn Elyn dear. It’s not like we’re never going back here.” He ruffled his curly blond hair.
“Can you promise that we’ll be back for Mama’s birthday?” Elyn gave him a pleading look and his stern inflexible demeanor vanished.
How could he say no to those aquamarine eyes? Miermi always had a soft spot for Elyn. He could never say no to the boy.
“Yes, I’ll make arrangements but after we meet your uncle Fei, alright?” The old man sighed but then conceded.
“Do you need a ride?” A deep soothing baritone voice interrupted them.
Miermi instantly jerked his head towards the shore. There, in one of the larger fishing boats with a firm sail stood a young man a bit older than Elyn. He was strikingly good-looking with uneven raven silky locks shaping his round face, sun-kissed flawless skin, broad shoulders, toned abdomen, but what captured the elder man’s attention were the blood-red irises of his eyes and the gilt necklace with a pyramid-shaped pink stone pendant that hangs loosely around his bare chest.
The elder herbalist was certain that he had gazed upon those eyes before but he couldn’t remember where. He cleared his throat and readied his answer for the young man appeared to wait.
“We need to ferry across until we reach Scalene.” Miermi replied never losing eye contact with the lad.
“You mean Triangle Island? Sure, I can take you there. The weather’s fine and the sea is calm. I think we’ll be there after sundown.” The young man replied.
“We’ll give you two pieces of silver, would that be enough?” The old man pulled his grandson with him.
“Too much, six coppers are enough. Oh, by the way I’m Cinder.” He helped them with the small baggage and they climbed aboard.
Elyn couldn’t remove his eyes on the slender form of Cinder, Miermi noticed. His aquamarine eyes sparkled and he nearly stumbled if his grandfather didn’t have a firm grip on him.
“Watch your step, Elyn dear.” The elder herbalist chided and turned to the young man, “The Immortals bless you for your kindness Cinder. I am Miermi, elder herbalist of this town and this is my grandson, Elyn.”
“I’m glad that I could help. The fish cargo I was supposed to deliver never came so I’m glad I’ll have a little passenger ride as an exchange.” Cinder hopped down the shore to unleash the chain and push the large boat to sea.
Miermi was amazed that the young lad could move such a weight without help. He was a mysterious one indeed.
He reappeared on the dock to spread the sail in full mast until a strong wind carried them to the deeper waters.
The shores of Jedah were still visible from afar when Elyn ran towards the rail and puked.
“Oh dear, sea sick? Is this his first time to sail?” The brunet asked and concern furrowed his brow.
“Yes, but not to worry for I made a remedy.” Miermi stroked his grandson’s back and held a small vial over his nose. “Here, inhale this my boy. It should make you feel better.”
The blond boy took a deep breath and instantly felt the cool, mint, refreshing vapor fill his lungs. His nausea abated and felt his legs steady against the swaying boat. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to his grandfather. “Thank you Grandfather. I feel so much better.”
“Can you guess the herbs in there?” Miermi quizzed and instantly saw the frown in Elyn’s angelic face.
“White lily… winterbush, camphor oil… and…” Elyn shook his head.
“Never mind dear. I suppose your mother was right when she said you’re studying the wrong profession.” The elder herbalist immediately regretted his words when he saw the boy’s misty eyes.
Elyn hastily wiped the stray tear away as he turned from both men.
“What’s wrong?” Cinder kneeled and placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“His mother died yesterday and we needed to leave instantly afterwards.” Miermi answered for him in a reserved tone. He chose his words carefully in front of a stranger.
A stirring of memory tugged at his heartstrings but no flashback emerged. He felt inexplicable pain at the mention of the mother’s death and his eyes softened. “I’m sure she’ll watch over you wherever she is.”
The sympathy in voice was genuine and Elyn looked doe-eyed into his crimson orbs and unexpectedly hugged him.
The sudden close contact stunned him for a second then he found his arms awkwardly embrace the boy. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Cinder murmured to both.
Miermi assumed a more comfortable posture and seemed to warm up to him. “You’re a kind-hearted lad. I’m sure your parents are proud of you too.”
The blond boy released him and the brunet shook his head. “I don’t have parents anymore. Oh, don’t apologize, I hate it.” Their ferryman smiled good-naturedly and the old man nodded a bit grateful that he didn’t offend him.
“Is that a dagmast stone?” He asked suddenly and pointed to the pyramid-shaped pink pendant.
“Oh this?” His now human fingers traced the outline of the special stone linking him with his beloved. An unhindered memory now lunged itself in his mind.
He stood up nude and in quivering knees when the god kissed and licked the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. His breathing hitched when Ra’asiel drew closer between his legs and he buried his fingers tightly on his dark wavy locks.
The hot moist breath… oh so near was driving him mad! He felt clawed hands knead his firm ass and he cried out and his back arched when a warm velvet mouth enclosed upon the crown of his erection.
His eyelids slipped shut and he moaned loudly when that wet tongue pushed incessantly against the dripping slit…
Another memory and another scene played:
He stared into conflicting emotions playing rapidly in the amethyst god’s eyes. “Don’t make me change my mind.” Cind’rikh shook his head.
“I’m just reluctant to let you go on your own again.” The god whispered in his ear and the next second embraced him tightly.
When he pulled away a smooth stone felt cool against his bare chest. “This is a dagmast stone anointed with my blood. If you need to speak with me put a drop of your blood on it. And…”
“And?” The godling looked into those sorrowful golden eyes.
“At the night of every full moon, perform the blood ritual and I will come in human form to mate with you.” Ra’asiel pressed a strong hand against the pendant on his chest, on the spot where his heart is and kissed him slowly and lovingly.
“Oh grandfather! He’s blushing!” Elyn pointed an amused finger at him.
“Hush Elyn! It’s rude.” Miermi gave him an embarrassed look.
“Yes, it’s a dagmast stone… from my beloved.” Cinder admitted and failed to stop the reddish hue from creeping further down his neck. He took this as a cue to busy with the maintenance of the sails and to ensure that they were traveling the right route.
The elder man was about to ask if the young man knew what the stone was used for but their ferryman apparently found his naval responsibility more important.
The sound of the waves splashed against the raft of the boat and he found it soothing. They didn’t have much sleep after last night’s events.
Jedah was but a tiny speck in the distance and then the island vanished completely from view. Miermi turned to Elyn who had fallen asleep from the calmness of the sea and cool wind blowing their way, ushering the ship in the right route. The weather was perfect and the huge sail blocked the blinding rays of the early afternoon sun.
The old man found himself nodding off as well. The rocking movements of the boat lulled him to sleep.
The splashing of the waves rumbled distantly in his dream, followed by a different sound: A melodious fine howling of the wind with piercing shrillness at the end.
Miermi snapped awake and blinked when a drop of water and another splashed on his face. A heavy downpour rattled against the wooden floors of the boat.
The sky darkened and heavy clouds hovered above them. When he turned to his side a thick mist surrounded them. It was nearly impossible to see anything.
“Grandfather! Let’s get some shelter over there!” Elyn tugged his arm forward into the small shed where Cinder was waving.
The elder herbalist rushed towards the shed behind more energetic Elyn. All three were soaking wet when they settled inside the small shelter.
“I tried to build it as fast as I can but apparently failed. I’m so sorry.” Cinder apologized and made a little attempt to comb his plastered fringe away from his eyes.
“You have no fault lad. We have no control over the weather.” Miermi said with a hint of unease in his voice.
A nagging feeling told him that they were being watched. The sound of that strange flute permeated through the roar of the waves.
The brunet noticed that Elyn’s eyes twinkled shyly on his slick skin bathed by the rain. He sighed inwardly. This boy was too young to have such ideas. Maybe he should have put on a shirt or vest. But he knew it would be soiled so he decided not to.
“Do you hear that?” The old man interrupted both lads.
Cinder hid a smirk. This old man was as sharp as a hawk. “Hear what?” He asked, confused.
“It’s a sound of a flute. And it’s not an ordinary one.” Miermi’s face was furrowed in concentration.
“Yes, I think I hear it Grandfather. It’s… coming closer.” Elyn’s aquamarine eyes widened and the pupils were alert into slits.
The brunet noticed this quick change and knew instantly that the boy was the one the fanatics were pursuing.
In his little stay at the town of Scalene, he had ‘overheard’ from a few selected travelers that the Order of the Narrow Blade and the Daughters of Luna have joint efforts to eradicate ‘abominations.’ These abominations turned out to be half-demon and half-human mortals.
He also learned that the self-proclaimed incarnate of Gesryma was baptized as Nassazia, a certain daughter of a renowned enchantress called Sophaera. Their names were familiar but he didn’t bother consult his consort for the memories. It was still too early.
“We have to prepare ourselves.” Miermi warned them. He was really anxious now and rummaged in his travel sack.
“Why Grandfather, are we in danger?” Elyn followed close behind him and watched his grandfather pull out a different kind of wooden staff.
So Miermi was a bona fide sorcerer as he suspected. “Wow, I’ve never seen a polished wood like that.” Cinder feigned ignorance.
“Oh lads! Don’t just stand there!” The old man was furious now. He readied the staff at his side and tried to peer through the mist.
As if on cue the sound of rowing oars accompanied the flute’s melody. They were fast approaching their boat.
“They could be pirates but we’re not carrying anything valuable. Maybe if we negotiate with them and let them have a look around they’ll let us go.” Cinder suggested calmly.
“I don’t think they are pirates and even if they are, they are more willing to kill for fun than take fish cargo.” The old man hissed and he backed away. “I’m sorry lad, it’s just…”
“I understand. I’m prepared to defend you both if a clash should occur. I’m quite adept with a spear myself.” The ferryman held one and tried to give the other to Elyn.
The younger boy refused and held up his dagger. “This is my comfortable weapon.” Elyn unsheathed the sharp blade and showed it to him.
“Does he really know how to fight?” Cinder asked incredulously.
“Uncle taught me... a little.” He replied before Miermi could.
“It’s better than standing still. But listen boy don’t fight those you can’t defeat when the enemies come. Focus on the weaker ones or try to attack them from behind.” The elder herbalist watched as his grandson listened to the instructions given to him by a stranger.
His grandson and the ferryman make an odd pair of fighters, he mused.
As the rowing sound grew louder, the flute ceased to play.
“Elyn, can you tell how many boats are going towards our direction?” Miermi asked in a whisper.
The half-demon closed his eyes and perked his ears. “Ten boats with five rowers each. There’s someone else with a flute but I can’t listen to the movements well.”
The godling was amazed with the boy’s sensing abilities. Who knew someone so young could be sharper than a blade in terms of discovering enemies through sound vibrations?
“Here they come.” Elyn announced and braced himself along with the others.
“You are only allowed to help the mortals to a certain extent… You must not interfere using your divine powers. The more you use your divine powers, it will be difficult to keep your human form.”
“What will happen if I lose my human form?”
“You will be forced to take your ultimate form as the Phoenix. And the longer you take the shape of the Phoenix in the mortal world, the earlier the time for your next immolation.”
“You mean I will burst into flames and tumble straight here in Pandaemonium?”
“As an egg, yes. And it takes fourteen centuries for you to be completely reborn. That would be more than a thousand years wasted time.”
Cind’rikh remembered that particular exchange of wisdom with his god consort before he went through the portal.
He should never make a mistake as to interfere with the natural flow of events. He could not use his powers to protect someone fated to die or suffer no matter how precious that person is. Holding on to his vow he readied his spear for the ambush.
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