𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉.
Eira's heart is consumed by the flames of revenge after her home, the magical academy of Elindar, was destroyed by a dark mage and his warriors. With the help o...
From the teachings of The Radiant Path, the Book of Ancestors, written in the Pure Tongue
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I'asúren ammen ve turuva, lle silmë morna síra
Fate binds us together, but the stars weep in silence
Eira followed the servant through a labyrinth of corridors, her steps barely making a sound as they weaved deeper into the heart of the castle. The air felt heavy with secrets as if the very walls whispered ancient melodies only a select few could decipher. Her eyes traced the intricate patterns on the stone floor, taking note of each turn and passage, cataloging them in her mind. She knew that navigating this labyrinth would be crucial, both for her search for the Loréil Tome and for the clandestine operations she must undertake.
Finally, they reached a humble section of the castle, tucked away near the servant's quarters. This was where the court musicians resided, sharing simple rooms, and dedicating their lives to their craft. Eira was assigned a room and introduced to her roommate, Elara, a talented violist with a warm smile and eyes that mirrored the passion that burned within her.
The room was modest but cozy, adorned with a tapestry depicting a serene landscape. A narrow bed, a small desk, and a single window that offered a glimpse of the castle grounds comprised the space they would call home during their stay. Eira felt a sense of camaraderie in sharing this humble abode with another musician, knowing that their shared dreams and aspirations would intertwine in this castle of melodies.
As evening descended, Eira unpacked her belongings, arranging her violin and sheet music with care. The soft strains of a melody drifted through the air, the distant sound of a fellow musician's practice filling the castle's corridors. Elara joined in, her viola singing in harmony with Eira's violin, creating an impromptu duet that filled the room with a delicate tapestry of sound.
They played well into the night, losing themselves in the music, each note serving as a reminder of the shared purpose that bound them. The world beyond their room faded away, leaving only the ethereal connection between their instruments. It was a sanctuary within the castle's walls, where they could express themselves freely, blissfully unaware of the secrets lurking in the shadows.
The next morning, as the sun painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, a servant arrived at Eira's door, bearing a tray of breakfast. The servant's presence was a reminder of the dual nature of Eira's existence in the castle—a musician on the surface, but a determined infiltrator beneath. The servant's eyes held a spark of curiosity, but they said nothing, offering only a polite nod.
The servant, a gentle-faced woman named Annelise, was tasked with assisting Eira in finalizing the details of her entry into the King's Competition. Annelise guided her through the intricate protocol, explaining the strict rules and procedures that governed the event.
"You must be prepared for every aspect of the competition, Lydia," Annelise emphasized, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "The King's Competition is a grand affair, showcasing the finest talents of the realm. Your performance will be judged by esteemed musicians, nobles, and even the King himself. It is an honor to be chosen as a participant."
