Legacy 6
by Redkage
Alron tried to still his hand as he added a spoonful of his special tea mix into the cup. He didn’t want to spill or waste any of it since it was a rather potent and expensive brand that he rarely used, but he felt that tonight he needed an extra strong helping. Jasper on the other hand wasn’t in the mood for tea, but hard liquor.“How could this have happened?” Jasper said for the millionth time, slamming the bottle on the table. “How could this have happened?”
“I do not know, but it did. There’s no point in breaking furniture over things that does not even matter at this moment.” Alron told him, pouring the hot water in the cup to steep. “Don’t be too rough on yourself, It’s not your fault Jasper. That monster was hiding in Tyrune’s shadow and using that overpowering aura to his advantage. Even I couldn’t tell he was there if he hadn’t slipped.”
“Is he that powerful?” Jasper asked worriedly.
“Not that I could tell.” Alron shook his head. “But he’s very sneaky.” Alron wanted to explain it more, but the geis stilled his tongue. Curse that Zoster!
Jasper slammed the bottle down onto his desk. “I’ll have the guards take care of him at once.”
“Oh no you don’t Jasper,” Alron turned towards him. “I made a promise to Tyrune not to harm Zoster.”
“You may have promised, but I sure didn’t.” Jasper pointed out.
Alron sighed. “I had forgotten that you were always good at finding the loopholes to everything.”
“How did you think I manage to obtain my current position?”
“Either way, I won’t let you touch him…at least, for now.”
Jasper frowned and looked at Alron peculiarly. “You’re up to something sneaky, aren’t you?”
The corner of Alron’s mouth lifted. “Ever since I’ve been here, Tyrune hadn’t been able to cast a single spell. However, just a few hours ago he finally managed to throw up a basic shield spell. Although it’s not the best choice, that thing is probably the best way to motivate Tyrune. And with that impossible deadline Nirvan set up, we’ll need every little thing we could grasp our hands on to push him in the right direction.”
Jasper began to grin himself. “I knew there was a reason why I called you.”
“Was there any doubt?” Alron chuckled before standing straight again. “I’ll keep a very close eye on him however. If he meant Tyrune harm, he would have done so already without resorting to becoming friends with him. He appears to be harmless now, but the moment he tries something I’ll send him on a one way trip far away from here. Right now, we need to focus on the immediate matters, and that means teaching that pig-headed boy the Arcane Elf Fire spell.”
Jasper let out a deep breath. “I trust you to do what’s needed, Master. But please, keep him safe. Despite his flaws, I’m actually kind of fond of him.”
“I’m fond of him as well, don’t worry.” He patted him on the shoulder. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a new lesson to plan.”
In the privacy of his room, Tyrune slammed his door shut and dropped onto his bed, completely frustrated. Since he had already been discovered, Zoster didn’t even bother hiding as he sat down next to him and patted his broad back.
“I hate him!” Tyrune said loudly. “I just…hate him so much!”
“Hey it’s okay Tyrune, let it out…” Zoster comforted him.
“He thinks just because he’s got magic he can lord it over everyone,” Tyrune muttered. “He thinks he could do whatever he wants and he’ll just get away with it. The way he treated you makes me sick!”
“It’s just something that comes with being a tiefling.”
“Yea well it’s wrong!” Tyrune sat upright. “I-it hurt me to see him discriminate against you like that, and even more that I was powerless to protect you. “
“Tyrune-”
“No Zoster, I need to become stronger if I want to protect the people I care about!” Tyrune said firmly.
“But magic?” Zoster asked.
Holding Zoster firmly, Tyrune looked him in the eye. “I know Zoster. I just can’t stand the idea of using it, especially after…However, I need to do this, at least learn enough about it so that everyone can leave me alone. And besides, you’ve used some magic and you’re fine.”
“Those are just some simple trick spells any common thief could learn.” Zoster pointed out. “And the only reason I use them is so that I can be with you without causing a ruckus. Other than that, I want to have nothing to do with magic.”
“I think so too.” Tyrune agreed. “But…you saw how powerful Alron was. He could have beaten the both of us without even trying. At least this way you’ll be safe for now. Don’t try to talk me out of this; I’ve already made up my mind.”
“Yes, and we all know how stubborn you are.” Zoster muttered under his breath.
“Don’t be like that Zoster…” Tyrune sighed as he put his arm around him and pulled him close. “I’m doing this for you. As long as I do as he says, we’ll be fine.”
Zoster leaned against him and let out a dramatic sigh. “Thank you Tyrune. You’re a true friend.”
Tyrune’s face lit up. His ego swelled up, he grabbed Zoster and pulled him into a big bear hug. “Anything for my bestest little buddy!” From that position, he couldn’t see Zoster smiling slightly behind his back.
Suddenly Tyrune pushed himself back, his face blushing red.
“What’s wrong?” Zoster asked him in a honey sweet tone.
“Nothing.” He said quickly, but it didn’t take long for Zoster to notice the bulge in Tyrune’s pants.
“Ah I see, your cock is starting to act up again.” Zoster nodded.
“Y-yea.” Tyrune looked away, his face turning even more red. “It’s so troublesome how it keeps on going hard at random; I have a lot of trouble hiding it from people.”
“Well since I’m here, how about I help you out with it?” Zoster smiled mischeavously.
“Could you?” The prince was already unzipping his pants. “It means a lot that you help me with this problem. I can’t certainly ask Jasper or any of the staff to help me with this.”
“That’s what friends are for.” Zoster leaned down and kissed the tip. Already the cock had swelled up to a jaw dropping foot in length. Slowly the tiefling traced his finger up and down along the length, causing Tyrune to shudder uncontrollably from the pleasure he was feeling.
“Oh fuck Zoster, that feels good.” Tyrune moaned, leaning back on the bed while Zoster worked on his manhood.
Slowly Zoster undressed Tyrune, taking off the shirt and gazing upon the muscular torso of the young prince. “You have quite a beautiful body my prince.” Zoster said, laying down on top of Tyrune, his cheek pressed against the big left pec. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as big and strong as you are. Having you as a friend makes me feel so protected and safe.”
Tyrune opened his mouth to answer, but instead a moan came out. Slowly Zoster stroke his length, causing his cock to throb in sync with Zoster’s pace. Reaching up with his free hand, zoster pulled Tyrune’s arm close, marveling at the size, weight and thickness of it. Gently he kissed the bicep, licking it sensuously. In response to Zoster’s kiss Tyrune flexed his arm as hard as he could, making his bicep swell and peak.
“I love it when you do that.” Zoster said as he bit the peak playfully. Tyrune flexed various other muscles, crunching his abs, bouncing his pecs, all so that Zoster can feel him up. As Tyrune got closer, Zoster’s hand stroked faster and harder. Tyrune’s chest heaved powerfully as he breathed in and out in short gasps. Sweat formed on his skin, gathering in pools between the crevices of his muscles until Zoster’s tongue licks it up, drinking in the masculine taste.
“I’m so close.” Tyrune gasped.
“Then let’s finish this up shall we?” He reached down and gripped Tyrune’s big, thick cock with both hands and jack it furiously, each pump bringing him closer and closer until-
“Aaaahhh!” Tyrune let out a cry as his cock suddenly began shooting its load. However, Tyrune didn’t just feel pleasure and relief. He writhed in pain and agony as his cock squirted cum, feeling as if a great pressure was building up inside of him, bubbling beneath his skin and threatening to explode out of him. His body was burning up then having the heat drained completely out of him. When his cock finally was spent, he laid back on his bed moaning, tired and worn out.
“Th-thank you Zoster.” Tyrune said weakly, his eyelids already beginning to grow heavy. “I’m lucky to have a friend who would help me through this.”
“Hey, that’s what friends are for.” Zoster told him. “Now you go rest up, you deserve it after what you’ve been through.”
Nodding, Tyrune laid his head back and closed his eyes. Within moments he was already sound asleep and snoring loudly. Sitting up, Zoster reached over and circled the jewel of the ring on Tyrune’s finger.
“Sleep tightly,” He said, “for the time when this all ends is coming close.”
The next morning, Alron set off early to the yard to once again set up the area for his lesson with Tyrune. The progress he made the other day was probably lost due to the appearance of the tiefling, and will take a lot of effort to regain what little trust he had finally earned after a month’s hard work. Sighing deeply, Alron resumed his journey down to the yard for what he anticipated as another long stressful day.
The last thing he expected to see was Tyrune already there, face scrunched up as he once again summoned his shield spell, although it did not have nearly the same shape or strength as his last one.
“Dammit, what am I doing wrong?” Tyrune swore as he tried to fix himself. “What am I doing wrong?”
“For one thing, you’re trying far too hard.” Alron spoke up, causing Tyrune to jump.
“Dammit, don’t sneak up on people!” He swore.
“You were concentrating so hard that you did not even notice me.” Alron pointed out.
The prince scowled. “Whatever. What did you mean I was trying too hard? I thought you wanted me to get into this magic junk.”
“I do,” Alron nodded, “However, your mind is far too conflicted with thoughts of failure and trying too hard to make the spell work, literally overpowering the spell and causing it to become highly unstable. The reason we meditate is so that we can clear and focus our minds. As you gradually become more proficient, you’ll find yourself able to concentrate without the need of prior meditation.” He then took the quarterstaff from before and tossed it to Tyrune. “Now then, are you ready to try this again?”
The sparring meditation went better than Alron had expected. True to his word, Tyrune was making a visible effort. After meditation, Alron started off by helping Tyrune work on his shield spell before moving on to other simple magic such as making small objects levitate, turning rocks blue and lighting a small fire. Alron was amazed at how quickly Tyrune seemed to grasp these things. It was as if someone had replaced the spoiled boy with an entirely new person.
“I think that’s enough for the moment.” Alron announced. “It’s about time for lunch anyways.
Relieved at a chance for a break, Tyrune stood up straight and stretched himself out, his huge muscles bulging with the action. “Finally, I thought you were going to force me to starve!” He said. As he and Alron entered the dining hall, though, his face scrunched up when he suddenly remembered that his favorite meats, poultry and stews were not on his diet.
“Time for another boring piece of fish I suppose.” Tyrune said with great distaste as he sat down in his seat.
“Oh I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Alron said mysteriously as the servants set down the silver platters and then lifted the domes off. Tyrune’s eyes bulged out when he saw instead of a salad or fish, there was instead a large, thick, juicy, mouthwatering steak as big as big as his face! Not wanted to even ask if it there was a mistake, he carved a huge piece out with his knife in two swift sliced and immediately shoved it into his mouth. The juices that flooded his taste buds actually made him moan. Oh, how he missed this! After a few long moments of savoring it, he looked back down on his plate, ready to eat more when he discovered that somehow, the steak on his plate had turned into a piece of trout.
“Hey, what gives!?” Tyrune shot Alron an angry look, but the elf just laughed.
“I merely lifted the spell I had casted.” He explained. “In truth, that piece of steak had been an illusion.”
“An illusion?” Tyrune tried to remember the piece of steak he had just eaten. It looked like a steak, smelled like a steak, felt like a steak and tasted like a steak. It was hard to think that something like that had been fake.
“As you can see, magic can do more than flash tricks or large explosions.” Alron told him. “Now watch closely and try doing it for yourself.” Slowly Alron showed him how to do it, being careful to explain some of the more difficult parts to him slowly. In honesty, he didn’t expect Tyrune to be successful at all for quite some time.
Frowning hard with concentration, Tyrune casted the spell and the piece of fish blurred into the steak once again. Hesitantly, he cut himself another piece and took a bite.
“Mmm…” He moaned as he chewed. “You should have taught me this a lot sooner.”
Alron blinked. Tyrune had managed to cast a mid level spell almost perfectly on his first try! The Eladrin had heard of people who excel from motivation, but this was taking it to the extreme. Perhaps Tyrune actually had untapped potential that the wizard couldn’t fathom before.
And, just maybe, there was hope for him yet.
Deep in thought, Alron leaned back in his seat when all of a sudden the legs suddenly gave way and he tumbled backwards. Tyrune nearly choked on a piece of steak as he suddenly started laughing.
“That damn tiefling!” Alron said angrily as he pushed himself to his feet and threw out his senses for Zoster, but found his presence nowhere on the grounds. Frowning, he knelt down at took a look at the chair legs. There he found a piece of magic wire which was probably designed to sever the chair legs when weight was shifted to the right spot, which meant Zoster had planted it ahead of time.
“I think it’s high time I look into that mischievous creature.” Alron muttered to himself.
The market was no place for a mind reader. Vendors, merchants, mothers, children and so forth all made enough noise, but to Alron it was doubled by their thoughts as well. Still, he used his many years of meditation to suppress it to a minimum and made his way through the crowd. Although there were hundreds of people in the marketplace, Alron knew exactly where to go. Despite the many dozen auras, there was only one that had the cold edge to it, the feeling of sin. If there was one thing about tieflings, it was that their Mark was very distinguishable from any other person.
Down at the quieter part of the market, he stopped and looked around. There sat Zoster on the side of the street. Alron didn’t attempt to hide because of the spell he placed on himself which made him anonymous. The tiefling seemed to have some kind of miniature stage set up for a children’s show, with a box set up to accept donations. Several kids were seated in front of the stage, staring anxiously at the red curtain and cheered as it parted and Zoster began to play on his lute.
“Let me tell you the tale of the foolish king,” Zoster said in a whimsical kind of voice. At that moment, a string puppet walked on stage. The puppet looked somewhat bulky looking with its hair painted red and a small yellow crown sat on its head. Right away Alron could recognize even more magic being used, since it was impossible for someone to play both an instrument and move a puppet at the same time. Subtly, as to not be discovered, he gently peered closer with his mind. He caught glimpses of an invisible wire connecting from the puppet and straight to Zoster’s fingers, enabling him to control it’s movements without actually touching it
“The king was ruler of a great and beautiful city, much like this one,” Zoster continued on. “He was bright, skilled and strong.” With skill Zoster made the puppet act like he was flexing its imaginary muscles and stand gallantly in the center stage. “But the king was foolish and naïve, believing anyone or anybody who came.”
“One day, a strange man approached the foolish king,” Zoster then brought in another puppet, this one wearing a black cloak. He made the new puppet walk up to the other one and bow down. “This man approached the king offering friendship, and foolishly the king accepted.” Alron watched as the puppets began to dance with one another.
“But little did the foolish king know that the man he befriended was not sincere.” Zoster said darkly. “For the man was jealous of the power the king has, because the king was born on the night when the moon shone bright blue and the heavens danced through the night sky.” Subtly Zoster used a bit of magic to suddenly change the stage background, giving it a glowing blue moon, constellations that moved and shooting stars dancing in the night sky. The entire effect made the children make sounds of amazement while the adults who became interested clapped.
“Yes, the foolish king was born on a special night, with a special power, and the man sought to seize it for himself.” Zoster said. “But alas, one man stood in his way!”
From the top of the stage a third puppet descended. This one was cloaked like the other one, but in white. “The man, though looked down upon, will stop at nothing to foil the evil plans of the other and save the king!”
The kids cheered at the appearance of the hero, but Alron paid them no mind.
For the man was jealous of the power the king has, because the king was born on the night when the moon shone bright blue and the heavens danced through the night sky.
Those words echoed in Alron’s mind, shifting and rearranging themselves before bringing forth a memory he had long forgotten.
In centuries past the Days of Hell shall an age brighter than gold shine,
When the Guardians of Light will bestow upon the world the Line,
And from that Line will the Hope of Tomorrow be born,
With the sapphire moon bearing witness and heavens dancing through the night skies.
Alron’s eyes went wide. The codex! It all fitted together. Tyrune, his immese powers, Zoster’s existence and Alron’s role…
But wait, there was more to it. He turned around and made his way back towards the castle as fast as he could. His memory was from very early in his life, and most of it he had forgotten. But if he was right…he needed to see the whole codex once more, just to be certain.
Because if he was right, then Tyrune was the one.
To be continued