Ascent: Day 15

Word Total: 90,002

Year to Date: 510,032

Summary of Events:

Ilyé and Master Lyarí had a heated argument that caused Ilyé to be convinced Master Lyarí was selfishly wanting to prolong his reign and prevent Ilyé from achieving his destiny. Ilyé then was summoned to help find a missing young woman, but her father — the great grandson of one of Master Lyarí's brothers — didn't believe Ilyé was the Lemyazhmok as he was claiming to be, and, after finding the woman, wedding her to her lover whom her father didn't approve of, and returning, Ilyé killed him. He was then woken in the night by Master Lyarí gasping for air; Master Lyarí tried to talk to him, but couldn't get enough air, then the dragon Ilyé'd gotten acquainted with, Dyolazár, came and pretty much told Ilyé the same things, which he didn't appreciate . . . 

Excerpt of the Day:

""Yes," Dyolazár replied. "Because it is true. Your master may not have learned all that he could, and should, have from the volumes entrusted to him, but he was very wise and perceptive, should he have been born as one of my people he would have been much revered for that alone, aside from his skills in magic."

Ilyé glared at Dyolazár severely.

"Unfortunately you do not have the ears to listen," Dyolazár said. "Even if you learn all the magic known to your people, and even if you become a master at it all — and you are gifted as such that you would be able to — having stopped ears will bring about your demise."
Ilyé wasn't appreciating the lecture.

"You may well be able to survive for a good time and execute your will authoritatively, but the fact that you have stopped your ears will destroy you, Troubled Heart," Dyolazár said. "It is unfortunate that you should be so, that you should even turn against your own master in your consumption, but I fear that such will be, and I can do nothing to prevent such from being the case."

"You have no right to," Ilyé snapped.

Dyolazár snaked his head back and looked at Ilyé with indignation. "Do you wish to incur the wrath of my people?"

"I am the Lemyazhmok, and a master of the deep magic," Ilyé replied.

"You are no master of the deep magic," Dyolazár said, bringing his head in so close that Ilyé could feel his hot breath as he spoke. "And no matter if you are or not, my people are the masters of the deepest magic, and the deepest magic is stronger than the deep magic, much stronger. Do not boast so foolishly. We will come and annihilate your people if you should dare maintain such insolence."

Ilyé stepped back, a shot of fear clutching his heart as the image flashed into his mind of dragons flying over the South and burning it with fire, killing all of his people, and making his people no longer.

"What is your choice?" Dyolazár asked. "Do you boast and consent to this land becoming the new Syruolabé? Or do you recognise that your magical skills are nothing in comparison to my people, and preserve life as it now stands?"

Ilyé gazed silently at Dyolazár's glowing chest. He had a feeling Dyolazár was more than ready to blast fire at him if he chose to maintain his boasting.

Not that he could, he felt like a fool now.

"Haste, he fades faster," Dyolazár said, nodding toward the cave door.

Ilyé turned around and went over to Master Lyarí's side. His master still gasped for breath, turning his head slightly.

"Ilyé," he whispered, then lowered his head and stilled.

The rasping of his breath no longer filled the air. The room was silent. Ilyé stared, then startled when he realised Master Lyarí's form was fading away. He watched in silence until it was completely gone. His master was dead."

Dyolazár: deeohlahzore

Next post will be May 30.