Free Silver Cathedral Saga by Marcus Riddle Page A

warn
you of the Shadow threat.”
    “Two small
children?” said the king, surprised.
    The queen
soon entered the royal chamber, known also as the throne room.
    “Courage is
not determined by our size, my lord,” said the queen. She made her
way to the leader of Astora; her long silver dress that resembled
the same colour of the kings robes trailed along the floor, making
her presence even more alluring for the children.
    “So it
appears,” said the king, smiling. “And although I already knew of
such bad tidings, your courage and persistence will not go
unrewarded. We can always learn from determined minds.”
    Eleanor and
Christian instantly looked delighted.
    “Now rise,”
said the king as he gestured his hand to do so.
    The two
children then stood up to notice a sturdy, dark wooden stand. It
held a a single, old covered book that was bound in leather. It had
small metal squares on each corner inscribed with a pattern. There
was some kind of silver medallion fixed onto the middle of the
cover that could not be seen very well because the text was open.
The book was made up of large, yellowish parchment pages that gave
it its great volume. Eleanor, straight away, noticed the names of
all the gods and goddesses, and what they were in charge of and
could control. When she read the name ‘Emae’ in her mind at the top
of the page, it made her have a strong feeling of isolation, as if
she was the only one alive; the feeling was gone soon enough, but
she wasn’t sure what it all meant, and left a strange curiosity
inside her. Thoughts of if she would ever… find… this curiosity,
flashed through her numerous times before she had to let it go. For
now.
    The room
was covered in tall, white candles, all lit with strong flames,
even though the windows gave more than enough light for the use of
wicks to be lit.
    Inside, the
silver structure shone from t he flicker of the
controlled fires. The colour throughout the entire building was
something you would see in a dream, glistening at every imaginable
turn and tilt of a head. Like a living jewel that would forever be
obsessed with getting its attention, luring all the wandering eyes
it wanted; for those who would ever see it visible, it would seem
an enchantment had fallen upon it.
    “They have
lost their families, their homes, my king. The only thing I could
think of was to bring them to the safety of the cathedral.”
    The king
moved to the younglings. “I am very sorry to hear that,” said the
ruler, crouched to see Eleanor and Christian at the same eye level
like the knight once did, all before he was killed. “And yet you
both moved forward.” The crowned man paused and rubbed his polished
silver crescent ring before continuing. “There was once a man who
told me that all beings are as doomed as their failures. But with
these failures, gave these exact people moments. Moments what
appeared to be simple acts, acts that showed themselves in the most
extraordinary ways. When people would surpass all the limitations
that were set upon them. The people of Astora believed these
special moments came from the very gods that govern the three
worlds, because they always felt and appeared that way to the
onlookers.” The king looked out of his stain glass window which
formed one of the king’s before him in different colours before
looking back to them. “But the truth, children—is that it is a
sign. One that shows us we truly have no limits—when it matters
most! And that they do not always come from gods.
    Eleanor and
Christian remembered the knight again for his brave actions.
Without him, they would have been killed. Dark clouds came over
their minds. In these seconds, they began to share the same wonder:
If those who helped them would suffer like the valiant man once
did.
    Would
that happen again to those who’d help us? thought the children,
thinking on the same wave length. They were still guilt-ridden that
their mothers and Christian’s sister had been lost,