The Worthless Servant Who Awakened the World Eater

Chapter 6:The Cost of Borrowed Power

At the time of the spell coming down, Elias was unable to move.

In the old room was a blue light, which went through his chest. Lifted his arms and was prepared to take the blow and break his bones.

Rather, it was a black flame that burst out his hand.

It swallowed up the spell.

Elias stood silent, and looked at the blinding light in the darkness of the night that seemed to be fine silver long. He could see everything and how it flowed for one impossible moment – the shapes of the symbols that were holding it in place and the fine lattice in the middle.

He understood it.

He was not taught by learning and by instruction, but knew how to breathe.

Then came the end of the last thread and it was devoured by the Fire.

There was a great pain in his brain.

He knelt down on the ground, Elias lay on the ground.

There was a voice that was calling out to a man.

A woman's voice.

Warm. Gentle. Frightened.

My little star Elias (Eliyahu).

His breath caught.

He knew that voice.

It had long been his dream and he couldn't help but to forget the face.

His mother.

He tried to call to mind its memory but it was waning. He recalled him seeing a hand rubbing his hair. All he could recall was the wildflowers' fragrance. He remembered, it was a hot day, so he went to lie in the open air, with a blanket over him and heard a buzzing noise.

Since that day there hasn't been any music in the world.

When he recalled it, this woman's face was the one that had his mind captivated.

Nothing.

No," Elias put his two hands on his forehead. "No, please."

The only sound heard from the house was the crackling of the fire.

He could still recall his mother's love and affection. He recalled how she was so warm.

But one of his memories was always there and the other was that of a far more horrid foe, the blank space.

He was holding a black flame which was spitting in his hand.He would have a black flaming hand, it was spitting.

Soon Elias began to make his fist – rapidly!

“Nevertheless you have done something to me, what?”

It made no reply.

One dark thread, one blackness was around his hands and in his skin.

He has a knowledge of the impact of magic upon him.

It was in no way an attack on the Attacker. Through a small hole in a stone wall a magic sword had gone, leading into a small ventilation area which enabled the room to be connected to the corridor to the west.

This is the way that he had been treated by a foreigner.

The one that did, used a magic of such power that he was able to slay a normal servant.

Elias was attempting to get up.

Here, he was not able to pay his bill. If he comes back again then he should be ready.

He found out about the burn of the spell. He played with small figures that he was able to put in his fingers, but didn't understand the fact.

The magician came up with the magic.

His imagination was that the job of the casters is to gather energy, store it and form it into a razor sharp blade. He even had a solution to break-up the formation before they got to the target!

I was astonished – I learned a lot more!

Not only was it too terrifying, it was also too much.

This is the first time he has come across high level magic. So many years ago, the Veyrons had already determined that he was useless to them, and hadn't considered giving him a lesson.

Now, however, he could win a magic which till a few minutes ago he was not aware of, which he had never seen the fitfulness of.

The Black Flame not only managed to pierce through the attack, but had destroyed it.

It was surrounded with its magic.

Elias went to his trembling hand.

Perhaps if he can learn this power he can take care of Kael. He might even safeguard Mira from the ones they can buy and sell her life like they do.

But the price—

His throat tightened.

His memory was completely obscured by the face of his mother.

But there were only a few things that he could remember. Each year they are further and further apart until there are just bits.

He had a spotter in place of one of these.

At what time will the next time he will use the flame be?

Would he lapse into his former memory again and would he be blameworthy?

Would he ever not hear her voice, her touch or that she ever existed?

The cold that he had was a terrifying cold.

He had aspired to power for his whole life as he believed the suffering would end as soon as he had power.

He never thought it would be yet another affliction for him.

There was some vibration in the ground in the chamber.

Elias started to study the black crystal.

It was no longer the same, its surface. There were cracks that ran through it, which glowed with dim violet light and the ancient markings at the base of it had begun to move.

He approached cautiously.

“Did you do this?” he asked my boy in a quiet voice.

The crystal pulsed.

Symbols were on the top of the stone pedestal and a black flame of fire ascended from the top.

People didn't know Elias.

However, as he worked on the notes, some of the meaning vanished.

When the food is fed the fire 'eats' it.

He stepped back.

More symbols appeared.

All doors are charged a f*e.

The notes muddled up and then put in order.

This is not the start!

Elias commented on this message.

What... for what?

The crystal played a mellifluous and harmonious sound.

It appeared as though there was a room around him. Outside the walls were dark, darker than it seemed. The room was a hole in a great big old thing.

Soon, he was able to hear something!

A heartbeat.

Not his own.

Slow and strong, it was ensconced in stone and earth from him;

The black flame then volleyed back with his flares dancing in the rest of the air and volleying immediately.

Elias staggered.

In the distance, all he could see was a night sky filled with stars, but it was being obscured by a large shadow that was flying over.

He didn't hear anything from God after that.

He clung on to the side of the pedestal.

"What was that?"

As the crystal began to roll up again.

So one more line was still to be done!

The flame you transport is just a portion of the flame that's beneath.

Elias read the word two times.

A fragment.

Was the black flame a part of a bigger flame and what had been smeared on the estate?

What was the message the crystal had for him?

The message was getting progressively fainter as he prepared to see it more clearly. The room fell silent as the marks with the markings on them stopped.

Elias then approached the pedestal and determined to see if he could find any other clue.

There was someone making a noise in the hall.

Footsteps.

He froze.

But they were not lazy and hasty, but slow and careful and were not working like slaves to do ordinary tasks.

There was someone who knew of his whereabouts.

Elias put out the fire, and went behind a broken stone pillar. He was prepared for the words and had his heart pounding.

At the end of the secret door there was some steps.

The stone seemed to have a tinge of magic.

It was NOT the one that he had before! This was some powerful spell that got a hold of this piercing spell.

The peace which was there.

Controlled.

Strong enough to raise the hair up on Elias's arms.

He wanted to know what energy the door had, but could only get some of this energy back upon waking. It appeared it rolled up itself into a ball and disappeared.

Others who were not involved in it, knew how to reign on the down low!

In the middle of the stones was a thin, long, beam of light.

Elias stopped breathing.

There is a magic pressure although it doesn't reveal the secret panel.

Then a voice called out from the other side, "What is your name?" Then a voice was heard on the other side, “What's your name?”

"Interesting."

Half satisfied, it was a hushed word.

You have awakened something inside of you that you are unaware of.

Elias was holding on to the top of the pillar.

He wanted to run.

He didn't want to end up with a bunch of questions that he didn't get an answer to.

But, Mira wasn't his cup of tea. But, before she can do anything about it, this stranger may be aware of this and her life could be in danger.

The footsteps shifted.

As if to see through the man, Elias seemed to be staring at its eyes.

After that, the pressure suddenly came to an end.

Silence returned.

Elias took a moment to consider his options for escaping his hiding place.

It was still shut and the secret door was closed.

He was wise, stretched out his arm and touched the chilling stone. There were no regular footsteps or any flickering light; no one of them had ever seen the alien.

The only thing that was found at the bottom of the container was a thin black line.

It seems that his symbol was right up his alley and it was his lamb.

This one was also stamped on the middle as well.

Elias, a dwarf , stood forward and stared at it.

There was a black flame in him, under his skin.

He instantly withdrew his hand.

There won't be any more," he whispered. Until you show me my belongings that I have disbelieved!

The flame subsided.

Then his eyes focused on the crystal and he recalled the message.

It was only a part of an older flame.

A person (or animal) who resides in a house.

But somebody knew that it had come to life.

Elias desired to take control of Mira and at the same time, to protect her in every way. Now he knew that for every step that he took to strengthen himself, he would lose a part of himself.

He was unable to let go! Otherwise he was the worthless servant with whom Kael could smash him anytime.

But no, He was not going to give Himself up to it.

This has to be something that he had to learn. He sought to learn more about his mother, his crystal and the power that resided under the estate.

Firstly, he had to find out who this person was who suddenly appeared outside of the chamber.

But, if that stranger had known what Elias awakened… Mira could well be in trouble already!

The black mark on the floor started to glow as he approached the hidden door.

One of the characters typed above is not recognized:

Elias leaned closer.

Words didn't come, words didn't come as a hand in the air, words didn't come.

When you are "first witness", you have been identified by "first witness".

There was another great heartbeating in the back of this, far deep under the crystal.

This time it was in his chest where Elia felt it.

One evening when he was sleeping under the building he woke up, and it was heard by one of the residents of the estate.

However, it started to come up and to live.