Authors: Elaina J Davidson
Tags: #dark fantasy, #time travel, #shamanism, #swords and sorcery, #realm travel
Lore of Sanctum
Elaina J Davidson 2011
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For Isis who
lay on my lap, never will I forget
agus Vander smacked a new report before the
Warlock, his little eyes shining with malevolence.
Tymall ignored him and the written
document and eventually the spiteful creature took his leave. His
ire over being ignored was evident in his mincing
When all was silent once more, Tymall
dragged the pages closer.
Minutes later his fist crashed onto his
desk and rage blossomed upon his face.
A new report
about his father, the mighty Elixir, and the dark man from another
realm known as Elianas.
Reading between the lines, it seemed the
two of them were too close for his comfort. He, Tymall, would
rather have his father get lost with his hated stepmother Saska,
in his seat, he grew ever more thoughtful. It would reverberate
across realms, he understood, but perhaps it was time to break his
word to his father and find a way to absent himself from
A certain dark
man, bearing the name Nemesis, required a lesson.
discover the true meaning of an archenemy.
of study (sorcery) has taught me this truth, Do not assume what you
see is the only reality. Everything can be manipulated, even time …
and particularly the perception of tangibles.”
From Le Matt
he amber-skinned man with his flowing dark hair and
the golden-toned one with fair tresses attracted no attention on
were something to draw the eye in appreciation. Stripped down to a
loincloth each, they wandered in the surf soaking up the sun. For
them it had been cold too long, and sunshine was the gift of the
present. They did not speak much, and often wandered far apart.
there was no other on the beach to see or hear them, and that was
how they preferred it.
unoccupied worlds where paradise was a siren song, and this was one
of those. Numbered perhaps XT 492 on parallel 365W 684S, it was a
world removed from most, a number somewhere in a logbook -
The two men
had been in paradise for ten days - the almighty ten of other
surpassingly strange journeys - and ate off the land, slept under
the stars and soaked up the heat during the day.
little, for words were not required; recharging minds suffered
under the weight of words.
The time came,
however, to move on. The time for words was again at hand.
was just that - a period between other events - and time did not
stand still, and people - others - did not wait forever.
wandered far, lost to view and his thoughts, but when he returned
with seaweed and coconuts in hand, he found Torrullin inserting
long legs into black breeches.
He dropped his
bounty, and Torrullin looked up.
“It is time to
go,” Torrullin said.
“I see that.
Did something set you off?”
smile blossomed on the fair man’s tanned face. “No. I just think if
we do not leave, sunshine will do for me what storms do for
Elianas drew a
breath. It was the first real admission in ages. Yet the hidden
parts of him recognised it could be wishful thinking. Torrullin
often spoke impulsively. He would not easily sunder brotherhood by
taking a step closer to a truth unacknowledged.
He strolled to
the fallen log where they discarded clothes ten days ago. That had
been fraught with tension, until the rhythm of paradise soothed
dressed was the stranger act. Elianas turned his back, removed his
loincloth to shake the sand out, and reluctantly drew the confining
breeches on. He did not bother arguing for staying; in his heart he
knew also it was time to move on.
A moment later
he virtually left his skin when Torrullin’s arm brushed against his
back as he moved to retrieve his tunic. He glanced over his
shoulder to see Torrullin, grinning, emerge from his tunic.
Irritated, he snatched up his own and dragged it over his head.
Elianas. We cannot be self -conscious now.”
“It’s not as
if I haven’t seen you naked …” Torrullin laughed when he landed on
his back. “Oh, come on!”
playing with me.”
“I am making
light of an uncomfortable situation.” Torrullin found a perch on
the log to put his boots on.
him to do the same, muttering, “Who the hell invented clothes? This
is too constricting.” He pulled the neck of his tunic wide, craning
his chin forward.
“It was made
to cover men far too beautiful for their own good,” Torrullin
grinned, taking the compliment in his stride. “Not women?”
“We are by far
the prettier species,” Torrullin laughed.
him a taunting once over. “I guess you could call yourself pretty,
He earned a
cuff to the back of the head, and then Torrullin stood to buckle on
his sword belt. As the scabbard bounced against his thigh, he said,
“We must acquire you a blade.”
also. First a decent bath to wash the sand and sun from my
“And they say
women are vain.”
the whole treatment,” Elianas grinned.
springs? That way we remain removed from people.”
lead, I follow.”
shells lay in a pile under the largest palm tree and Elianas’
bounty was discarded on the beach, but other than footprints, there
was nothing to show they had been there.
After a swim
and hair scrubbing in the springs of Yltri they headed to Fortani,
where Torrullin knew a master blacksmith, a man with a flair for
the perfect blade, who knew how to match sword and man
three hot hours in the forge as blade after blade was presented,
examined, tested and discarded.
successful, they headed towards the nearest lake, this time cold
water, to dive the sweat away.
sat on the bank redoing bootlaces for the third time that day.
“When have you
last wielded a sword?” Torrullin asked.
ages,” Elianas replied. He hefted the new blade and rose to take
practice swings. Then he squared off towards Torrullin, jiggling
Torrullin withdrew Trezond and they commenced the ancient dance of
upon metal and grunts and gasps kept pace.
eventually disarmed Elianas, standing heaving with his blade at the
“Not bad, my
brother. A good workout.”
the blade aside. “Now I need another swim.”
Boots and all
they jumped in and employed magic after to dry themselves
Fortani, they discovered an out of the way inn and stopped there
for a proper meal.
Four old men
sat at a table in a far corner and thus they had space to talk.
Over duck, vegetables and wine they discussed where to go next.
“I have been
thinking,” Elianas began. “We have had time aplenty between us, and
yet we always focused on the main events. We missed the
lifted an eyebrow, prepared to be amused.
“I am not
joking. Always it is this evil or that task. It was family scandal,
future concerns, past mistakes and so forth. We never stood still
long enough to see around us. Take Beacon, for example. I know you
have been there and I know I have been there, although not at the
same time, and what were we doing? I was following a clue, swiftly
in, swifter out. You were probably about some diplomacy, and what
did we see?”
impression, only impression.”
was empty, and then settlers came. Who were they, how long ago did
they arrive and what made them so special they took to the skies?
What did they revere? What magic of those early years remains?
Beacon may be a bad example, but there are other civilisations on
other worlds, each with something unique, some ancient spark, and
that is magic. We have walked by unseeing. We may have learned
something new or strange or entirely profound, funny, insane, and
we did not. Books do not tell us everything.” Elianas pointed a
finger. “You wanted to go travelling when you came to say goodbye
on Mariner Island, Torrullin.”
landed up in paradise together.”
eyelids flickered, but he said nothing.
thoughtful. “World to world, travelling archaeologists? I like
forward. “We have a new future and our past is now adrift. We live
at the same time in the same space.
is our time and
place now. We should know the past of the present as others know
it. We are no longer about redemption and bloodlines.”