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Mekara sprawled on her bed after so many meetings with the Court Advisers, not to mention the new influx of students. It had been a while since she had this many students come at one time. Each of them had to be tested, challenged to make sure they were good enough to be here also it helped her place them in the proper classes.
She was the High Archon of the Evanuris, it was her job to make sure this elite school ran smoothly and new students met up with their standards. Not any mage could join, they had to be very proficient in magic, blade and a high willingness to learn and able to take in a lot of information. Being taught at this school wasn't easy, and earning the title of Archon was even harder. Archon's were considered the elite fighters, High Guardian, Guardians, Kings and Queens came here to learn.
The school was not under the rule of kings or queens, nor were they ruled by any council. They ruled themselves with her at the top. She had worked hard to be in this position, and it hadn’t been easy. The school's place in the hierarchy was neutral, when disputes from different factions rose they were to intervene.
She thought back to a time when these lands were turbulent, filled with war. That was a time when many students a couple of the teachers had disappeared.
The war had been going on, what they now called the Great Hunt. It was the second one of its nature. Another race that inhabits these lands were always warring with them. La’indereus, they called themselves, they were human in origins from what she had seen of them in the looking glass, same features, same body type.
Her race was the Evanuris, elven in features, one with magic and land. The La’Indereus were not one with the lands or magic. Some had knowledge of magic, but they took land as if it was a prize. They never ask, always taking what was not there. There ways were far from theirs. Hence the wars, the last one could have been avoided, but alas their King at the time had decided to annihilate the La’Indereus. Such a foolish notion, and she had warned the king but he hadn’t listened.
That was when she first been given the seat as High Archon. Now she had more pull and what happened in the past would never happen again. She would make sure of that.
“My lady?” she groaned, rolling so her back was facing her door. She didn’t want to get up, she didn’t want to see another sheet of paper.
“Mekara, you’re needed,” Jerick murmured.
“Nuh uh,” she mumbled, shaking her head adamantly.
A soft chuckle met her ears then she felt the blanket beneath her being pulled. With an indigent grunt as the floor met her ass she glared at the Guardian before her. “What is so damn important that I can’t even have a night alone?”
“The Archivist returned and he has information you want or need to see,” the smile was gone, dead seriousness entered his eyes. She knew without asking something serious had come up and she wasn’t going to like it.
“Have him set up in my office, and to be ready!” she ordered rising to her feet quickly. Not caring that Jerrick was still in her room she quickly dressed into her robes. She didn’t bother doing anything fancy with her hair, instead just pulled it back into a messy bun.
She glanced at Jerrick to find him with his eyes closed as he concentrated on sending her orders out. “Done, he will be ready when you enter your office. There are two guards outside of the door and two guards inside to make sure he touches nothing he shouldn’t.” Jerrick stated before escorting her from her room. She nodded to the guards on her door and every other person they met along the way.
Two portals later they finally made it to her office. A man with bright red hair rose to his feet to greet her. He nodded, holding out his hand, but she didn’t take it. She wasn’t that stupid, it was too easy to read someone with a touch if they had the ability. “I was informed that you have pertinent information!” she didn’t bother with protocol it was too late in the night for niceties.
“Yes, you remember a student that attended here then became one of the lower archons before he and numerous others disappeared?” he questioned and she didn’t have a clue which one of those who disappeared he was talking about.
“You’ll have to give me a name before I can answer that question,” she muttered taking a seat at her desk. Quickly she casted an old spell on the desk, and reach into one of the drawers taking out a stack of ancient files.
“Oh uh, yes of course. How foolish of me. It would have been Solas I believe. He was the dreamer wasn’t he?” the Archivist looked at her quizzically.
“Does it matter? This is Archon business now, unless there is ancient knowledge he took from the archives,” she retorted not liking the man’s curiosity one bit.
“No he stole nothing, but we have information that is for your eyes only,” he murmured looking around worriedly. He passed her a bowl, pouring water into that bowl and then casted his spell on the water. Her eyes widened as she watched the ancient memory. It showed Solas making a mirror into a portal, but to where she didn’t know. She knew he had been doing this, but she hadn’t know he had completed it.
“Huh, so he finished it. Does any know where it leads?” she asked, not bothering to watch the archivist. He wasn’t important, what was being shown here was too important. Tomorrow she would have a few scouts search out this new portal and where it leads. She would wait for their reports before investigating herself.
“We don’t even know where the portal is let along where it leads. This is why I came to you. This is your area, not mine,” he snapped coldly.
“Be careful archivist, you are in my realm now,” she growled low, and knew her eyes had changed.
“My apologies high Archon,” he murmured, with a slight bow before rising. “I know you will do everything in your power to find this missing portal. We wouldn’t want La’Indereus find it before we do as they have done with some of our other relics.”
“Oh one more thing, Jarrid wishes to speak with you," the Archivist murmured before exiting the room.
“Jerrick, have ten scouts sent out to search for this portal,” she ordered, glancing at the elf before walking over to one of many portals in her office. This made her very leery, that the head of the priest, also a very powerful dragon that she commanded wished to speak with her. This night was looking worse and worse. She couldn’t wait to see what he had to say.
“Mekara, do you wish me to awake the senior staff also?” Jerrick asked, looking at her with sympathy.
“Yes, have them scry for unknown portals,” she ordered, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. Why couldn’t someone wait until morning when she had some sleep? Why did they always come to her when she was about to relax? That was the big question.
"If you have need of me call," Jerrick murmured, flashing the marking on his arm. A symbol stated his allegiance laid with her house and she the only survivor meant Jerrick was hers in a way.
She walked through the portal that would take her to the dragon temple. She wondered why Jarrid would request her, usually it was royalty that he asked for. As far as she knew there was no dragon business, she felt no turmoil from the other dragons so she shouldn't be needed.
A few mirrors later and a short walk brought to her the grand golden doors of the temple. Two guardian stood in front of the door, ready for battle at any time. She walked up to them expecting to be let in without question. Her brow rose in surprise when that didn’t happen.
“Jarrid requested my presences,” she stated, allowing her own dragon’s being to fill her. She hoped this didn’t take long, her control lately was limited and getting worse.
“He has, but it seems you arrived before certain events. Return later,” the one Guardian stated firmly. She knew without a word that she wouldn’t be getting in right now. Something was going on and she needed to figure it out.
“Have Daeghun brought forth,” she ordered coldly.
“At once My Lady,” the older guard stated quickly before rushing into the temple.
Not a moment later she was answered. “Mekara, you called?” A man with long red hair stepped from the temple.
“What is going on, and don’t tell me its nothing,” she snapped coldly, not once breaking eye contact with the dragon. He may be in his two legged form, but he was still a dragon no matter what form he took.
“Jarrid had words with our god. The ancient texts have been open, and advents are coming to be. Your destiny is starting Mekara,” Daeghun said softly, her mind a blur. She heard what he said, but it made no sense, it was too much for her right this moment.
Without another word she left the temple, heading to her room. She needed to think, to understand what was happening.
Quite a few portals later she made it to her bedroom, quiet, what she really needed right now. She lay on her bed, ignoring all sounds. She didn’t want to be disturbed not after what Daeghun had to say.
~ooooooooooooooooooo~
She woke early in the morning to two different people staring at her. To say the least she wasn’t happy that her personal rooms had been disturbed. “This had better be good!” she growled low.
“The portal was found late last night. We tried contacting you…” A young archivist sneered, glaring at her. She didn’t have the patients to put up with any one young right now.
“Be careful young one, you do not want my ire right now!” she knew her eyes had turned and didn’t care. She could smell the girl’s fear and forced herself not to move an inch. It would be very stupid if she did.
“High Archon, the high priest requests your presence. He said it is urgent and you are not to do anything else until speaking with him. The King wishes to see your report once you’ve had a chance to study the portal,” a young lad, said quickly. She smirked, to be that young again, he wasn’t even past his first century yet, still a minor.
“Tell Jarrid I will be there as soon as I am presentable. And you girl child go back to the High Archivist and tell him not to send you again!” she said, smirking coldly as they both rushed out of her room.
Quickly she bathed, dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat. She couldn’t waste more time even though she wanted to. On her way through the portals that led to the temple she read over the reports that had waited her.
This time the doors were opened immediately, no one stopped her from walking further into the temple. They wouldn't dare and if she did then she would invoke her other status. None here would stop her. She was the leader of these dragons, and they would heed her.
She walked into the inner sanctum, her eyes widening when she saw quite a few dragons present for this meeting. “What’s going on?” she asked, calling magic to her hand, allowing it to surround her. She felt the ground beneath her tremble as he magic grew.
“I told you having us here was a very bad idea,” Daeghun muttered, scowling at Jarrid.
“My Lady, we need the others here!” Jarrid stated firmly.
“Really? The only time we need this many dragons in one room is for challenges. So who is challenging my right for leadership?” she growled, allowing her magic free and watched as it knocked each of them back. If she had to fight them all she would, even though it was a death sentence. Two she may survive, but not eight dragons, she didn’t stand a chance.
Her eyes widened as they all bent to one knee, heads bowed. A show of submission if she ever saw one, “What is going on?” she demanded.
“Our god has spoken, you are to walk through the portal and begin your new life,” Jarrid murmured tiredly.
“I am leaving permanently? What of my responsibilities here? Who has the ability to take over if I leave?” She asked urgently, she really didn’t mind leaving, but there has been no one trained to take her spot. She didn’t want to see all their project come to a stop, nor did she want to see those that were about to go for their testing fail because she wasn’t there to prepare them as she was supposed to.
“Worry not Mekara, everything will work out in the end. The time of change has come,” Jarrid murmured, a soft understanding smile.
“Change? For us? Once more?” to say that she was shocked was an understatement. It wasn’t that long ago that they had went through a change of society. Their monarchs didn’t have as much power as he or she once had. Twenty thousand years ago slavery was abolished, ten thousand years ago Monarchs were figure heads. Five thousand years ago very powerful mages were not forced to train at this institution unless they wished to. Two thousand years ago public portals were free for all to use, even the lower tier. Each household no matter what standing was equipped with a personal portal that they controlled, no longer needing to pay a fee to step through a portal.
Once more there is to be a change, she wondered what would happen now. She had lived long enough to see her people and civilization change so much over the Millenniums.
“All this change over time, even for us long live people,” Jarrid reminded her. “Prepare yourself, go to the portal, the rest will be made clear in time.”
“Do you know where this portal leads? Will I meet with the others there?” she asked, uncertainty flooding her now. It had been ten thousand years or more since those who went missing. Or so they had thought until that vision shown just recently. Why hadn’t it been shown long ago? Why now? They must play a part in all this, they had to.
Her eyes brightened when a thought came to her. Mythal would be there, she would see her daughter once more. Mayhap things would be alright, maybe it was good that she go. Mythal was barely an adult by their standards when they went missing, as so many others that had gone with her. For ages she had wondered about them, for ages she had searched to no avail. Maybe now she could get closure.
She left the dragons to their temple and went back to her rooms. She needed to prepare and wasn’t sure what she would need. So she grabbed two sets of armors, clothes, potions, spells books, food, enchanted rings, necklaces, and other items. She looked around her room, all that was left was papers that belonged at the school, some books, but everything that was hers was in her pack.
She casted a spell on the pack, lightening her load and walked out the room.
~ooooooooooooooooooooo~
The portal was in a very remote area, but the energy of the area was pure. Solas had always been smart, even though he had been rash more times than not. She was impressed with his application he used for this portal. He had used the energy in the area, it was the key to opening it. Smart, not many would have figured that out, they would have looked for an object, but she knew that young man’s mind well. He was always tricky in his thinking, always plotting and planning. He wasn’t the type to leave something simple, he made a person work for his knowledge.
She activated the portal and stepped through. Hopefully this led to a place where there were no mortals, she was tired of their warring. Here is hoping her daughter picked a good place to live.