The Worthless Servant Who Awakened the World Eater

Chapter 5: Black Flame Awakens

In the dark, there was the fluttering of a black crystal.

It was fluid and cold and Elias stood, his fingers just inches from the cold. Since the magical test the chamber had grown stronger, with the ancient symbols written on its walls glowing with the mysterious light.

He ought to have gone away.

Kael would make sure if anyone ever found out that he had returned to the forbidden western wing that he was punished for this. But if the Veyron family found out that the crystal had responded to him then it would be unlikely that he would be able to leave the estate.

But the incident of the test wouldn't leave Elias's mind, though.

He was for a short while hypnotized by magic. It was a mistake in reading to the teachers but there was a reaction in Elias' body.

A sleeper, a person or an object that sleeps.

He turned his gaze towards the entrance to the room.

Wait a little longer Mira,” he whispered.

He was so embarrassed for his sister that the Veyrons. She would get up before the rest of the family every morning, and would clean the rooms which they would never have her clean as an equal. She returned home each night exhausted, and no longer felt a sense of hurt or insult from the threats and insults.

They had given their mother's broken heart their assurance that they would watch over her, that Elias will take care of her.

He had only beaten her till now.

His hands tightened.

But if there is anything in you that would help me to protect her then show me,” he said to the crystal.

The crystal was able to make one pulse.

There began to be a black line on its surface.

Elias leaned closer.

The line broke apart in the ice, and branched out into complex patterns. Both were as though symbols were carved into the walls of the chamber, but both appeared to be moving around as he tried to follow with his eyes.

He reached out.

The fingers were almost touching the crystal and the feeling of coldness in his arm was there.

Elias shook and was not able to get away.

He couldn't.

A crystal was in his hand.

There was a strength in him that would compel him to fight till he fell on his knees. His vision blurred. Images were rolled, lit up, gigantic pillars were collapsed, a black sun devoured the light, the chamber vanished.

Then came a voice.

Those which do not pass across the blood, memory.

Elias' hands were around his head.

"Who are you?"

There was no response from the crystal.

Rather, there's something crawling under his skin.

He had a black mark on his hand which resembled the old symbol on the wall. Elias became as amazed as ever and his wrist turned into black veins, but these would slowly fade away after a few moments.

One minute, there was no sound at all from the crystal.

It was called off with a knock back.

He glanced at his hand that was handcuffed.

There was just a light and dark stain that remained.

“What is all this you did to me?”

Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, scraping.

Elias spun around.

A loose stone was found close to the entrance to the chamber. Close to the wall he noticed some logs, and took some of them and made weapons out of them.

"Who's there?"

No answer.

He waited – and he heard himself rasping breath.

Maybe it was a rat? The west wing was in poor condition, and was riddled with vermin.

But Elias knew that this was not to be extended.

His eyes turned towards the door.

Just then the crystal began to glow.

The room was dark, and had light reflecting off the stone wall. There was a huge crack and blue magic fire blazed.

Elias fell, hastening to his side.

The fire whirled and turned into a snake over his head and hit him on the chest.

So automatically he raised his arms.

"Stop!"

The snake bit him.

Instead of fire, the blue fire fell into his hands, and burned him.

Elias looked in amazement.

The fire was coming into his hands.

He was familiar with the fact that they were warm; that they were heavy and beneath them there was something else as well, something in a particular pattern, a certain relationship of forces.

He appeared to be able to see the spell.

It was not just any fire, it was Blue Fire. It was something, a product of magic powers. Each string was connected with another, thus creating a spell which was increasing and flowing.

And Elias was aware of the direction of those threads.

He knew of the issues with the spell.

He knew, but he didn't really know, when he obtained the energy from the snake, and who was to bite.

He twirled his wrist around.

The enchanting pattern toppled.

The blue flames then ascended to the heavens, and scattered thousands of sparks throughout the sky, but none landed on the ground.

Silence descended.

Slowly Elias lowered his hands.

He didn't like any magicians. He had never got permission to go to the lessons that were taught to the Veyron children. He would be able to cast the simplest of spells, but he was unable to do this.

That was apart from his magic attack he just blocked of course.

He couldn't help but let out a chortle, a half-believing one.

He then glanced at his hands.

They were enveloped in black flames that were dancing.

They did not emit any smoke. The edges of it were glittering as if it had been ripped from the night and the air surrounding them bending.

Elias stumbled backward.

The flames disappeared.

In his chest his heart pounded against his ribs.

Power.

He never felt anything to help those that tormented him.

He was able to see Kael pointing at him and hitting him again.

The grip would appear as it falls into the water before it gets there.

He thought that if he walked by the guards of the Veyron they would turn another way when he walked by. He didn't want Mira to live in fear, to live in worry, he did not want her to have to sleep without fear that she would be dragged away at night.

And for one sultry minute he imagined all those who had humiliated him will bow down in servitude.

His thought was terrorizing him.

Not because he didn't have a liking for the concept.

He was enjoying it, he was having fun but a part of him was having fun.

Elias' fists were clenched.

I will NOT be going the same way as they.

No judgment was done in the courtroom.

Then he started to gradually move back towards the crystal.

Point out to me who I am.

The crystal brightened.

It added a few symbols to its image and surrounded one of them with circles. Although Elias was unable to read the prior writing, he was able to understand the message in fragments.

Bloodline detected.

He stopped breathing.

Another line appeared.

Primordial Flame: awakened.

Shuddering, the black crystal shook.

A third message is beginning to take shape, but Elis is unable to decipher the symbols, which begin to fall apart.

What was behind the crystal he saw a very large shape, a mass of shapes, which formed the bulk of the room.

The prophet was washed of his double vision.

Elias bumped into and grabbed the corner of the stone pedestal.

"What was that?"

The crystal dimmed.

He waited for another message, another vision, for something to inform him just what had just happened.

Nothing came.

In the old thing there was something which he felt he had some idea of but it was not all the truth.

It was a cold thought that was in his mind.

If the crystal could see his bloodline, then maybe another could see it, as well.

Kael's dark and sinister side.

Elias turned his gaze towards the door into the room. If he didn't get away he'd be caught!

He took one step.

He felt a stabbing pain run through his head.

He clung to the wall, and he wasn't in the right state of mind, there was a hole in his head.

He had been a little boy with no voice for some time with his mother.

He had a good memory and could recall her face. He recalled her warm hands, and the last time when she had pledged him.

But her voice was hushed, a soft voice that had lulled him to sleep when he lay down at night.

Panic seized him.

"No."

He closed his eyes and frantically recalled his mind.

He recalled that she would tell him tales.

He tells her that she would sing to him when Mira was afraid.

However, he could no longer hear the melody.

"No, no, no..."

He fell on his knees to the ground.

The black crystal trembled, but appeared to be uninterested in him.

Elias placed both hands on his forehead, and relieved his pain a little bit.

On finally standing, his body shook.

He had been given some extraordinary gift by the energy.

It had been raiding him; too:

He didn't know if he would ever remember it again. He couldn't even tell what happened to it.

He was aware of one thing, however:

He didn't give up any part of his mother that he might have used the Black Flame.

He had desired to be granted with powers to save Mira.

He never would put up with anything that could save his life.

Elias took his distance from the crystal.

I am here,' he whispered, ‘I am God to you. But I will not be controlled, you can't control me.

Then he rolled and reached the door and ran towards it.

There was another pulse coming from the crystal, behind him.

The initial symbol on the wall of the chamber burst into flames, and then went out.

There was a response to the Veyron estate, response to the mountains, response to the neglected empires and lost kingdoms for hundreds of years.

In the middle of a dark hallowed place a circular stone altar started to shake.

There were no windows in the sanctuary. It was lit with black candles which were arranged along its walls, their flames bowing down to a symbol that was carved into the floor.

In front of the altar, there was a man with a hood on his head.

Malachar's quest for the clues that he suspected the old blood-line was not dead has been over ten years in the making. Kingdoms had fallen. Libraries had burned. Some families had been lost due to heresy and taboo magic.

They had received the word, however, at the time they had been told.

Gradually, the black beam of light was revealing its way down the altar.

Malachar carefully stripped off his gloves.

He had a scar similar to Elias's on the back of his right hand.

The scar began to burn – for the first time, years.

Malachar smiled.

Well, it's not a flame anymore," he whispered, "has come alive.

In the background, there is a person wearing a black cloak and hat.

Master, this pulse we picked up was from the north, there's been something we've been sensing that's not in the archives that has survived.

Do you know where it was from?

Not yet, the signal was lost almost instantaneously.

Malachar's smile faded.

"Then find it."

The figure hesitated.

But if he's as it is said?” I suppose it's a lost bloodline, really?

Malachar turned his eyes towards the altar.

His feet were on the symbol and blazing.

Not only is the old world going to find out they've made a huge mistake in thinking bloodline has been wiped out but at least they will find out.

He put his hand on the rock.

Then there was a still, small voice and the candles shook.

Malachar's expression changed.

For the first time it was fear that glimmered in his face.

He bowed his head.

Not yet," he whispered to the dark, "The ship has just recently come out of her hibernation.

The altar cracked.

The crack widened and a black ribbon of fire emerged from it, danced towards his hand and vanished.

Malachar pulled back his hand.

Then he issued a decree which had not been issued for centuries.

Please do "Wake the Eclipse" in this order.

The man in the white robe was squatting down on one knee.

"At once, Master."

“So, and send me the boy,?

Malachar is a student of the decreasing symbol.

"Alive."

The black crystal was buzzing again, far away, under the Veyron estate, an abandoned room.

It began to display a new message on its surface.

HEIR RECOGNIZED.

In the midst of these words, she could sense another one forming.

THE WORLD EATER REMEMBERS.