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The BloodVaine EpicChapter 23: Drock And Jarvick
The gigantic use of Mana power ricocheted throughout the world of Dametreos, upsetting the balance of magical power and sending the energy force into a tailspin.
Drock froze stiff for a solid three minutes, staring into the distance with unfocused eyes. In those three minutes Drock bore witness to more events then he could count. Lord Void training a young wizard. Two boys being attacked by a dragon in a forest. A Dark Forest lord being bitten by a vampire. Lord Void stealing pendants from two brothers. A young man stealing some dragons with the help of Coal Blood. An exorcism in the Drullen Bell keep. A Crusader town devastated by a single man. A secret meeting between the Black Falcon king and another shady figure. Two Dragon Masters escaping through a dark forest. A demon, a wizard and a great dragon.
Then the vision changed instead of things past, Drock now witnessed things that hadn't happened yet. These were horrible. Wars, death, men stretched to the edge of their strength and then deserted.
Suddenly it was gone. Drock couldn’t remember much, but the horrible feeling was just as strong as before.
“What on land was that?” Drock rushed into his brothers chamber, “Jarvick, did you feel that?”
Jarvick was Drock’s brother, though it was hard to believe the two were related. Where Drock was short and muscled, Jarvick was tall and slender. Where Drock was gruff and blunt, Jarvick was shrewd and refined. Where Drock liked his fists, Jarvick liked his spells. Jarvick dressed differently too. He wore light robes, blue and wavy like the sea. A golden band on his head signified his rank as first sorcerer on the island.
As Drock entered he found his brother hunched over an ancient book.
“Espeg tomea gantose parveg kera-- kera-- Oh blast, a curse on this coded script.” He hurled the book across the room. Drock caught it. “What are you doing here, Drock?”
“I was coming to get you. There was this... this. I don’t know how to describe it really. Didn't you feel it?”
“Oh, that. Pay it no heed. It came from the main land and doesn’t concern us.”
“But what dose it mean?” Drock persisted.
“I told you to forget it.” Jarvick said angrily. “Now, look at this,”
He grabbed the book back. "Inscribed here is the exact location of Depe'ceala, the birthing ground of the water dragons. Now that’s twice as important as your disturbance.”
“Jarvick,” Drock said,. dead serious, “What dose this mean?”
Jarvick glared at Drock. The first sorcerer didn’t like being crossed. But Drock wasn’t afraid. The two brothers had bumped heads before and he was willing to do it again. Finally Jarvick relented.
“All right,” he said, “What it means is trouble. Possibly even the end of Dametreos. Even now actions are being taken to begin this great conflict.”
“We have to do something.”
“No. If Lord Void sends for us, we will go to his aid but until then we will do nothing. Dametreos may fall but we own the sea. The sea will never be conquered.”
Drock considered this. There was wisdom in his brother’s words, but that wasn’t all. Drock knew Jarvick well and he could tell.....he could tell that his brother was scared.
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