Dealings in the Council of Avalhein - Chapter 5

Dealings in the Council of Avalhein

Chapter 5

Malkknrre stood in his room, waiting for news from the outside world. Geirrha’s arrival had been a surprise for everyone who would be concerned. He sighed audibly; the woman had had the nerve to throw him out of a room even if he was in a sense, the king of the Ceree at the moment.

He sat on the fluffy carpet, for once in the day feeling at ease. When Geirrha finally decided to show up and sway the council, he himself would rip the Dark One’s throat out. Oh how he would savor the taste of that tainted blood as it ran down his chin, and he would bathe in the glory that it would bring.

He shook his head to clear it of the sadistic thoughts. He almost closed his eyes, but he did not want to. He winced when he remembered the dreams that had plagued him for the past few days.

They had been images of his childhood, of things that might have gone wrong if he had not made the choices that he had. A voice had narrated everything, a voice that filled him with pain and ecstasy at the same time, it was a voice that he wanted to hear again, yet never wanted to encounter in an eternity. He shivered, the dreams had seemed so real, yet they weren’t.

Other memories now plagued him, memories of other men who committed such heinous acts in Sylfe. The voice claimed that they were all connected to him, their souls bound together by their likeness. She claimed that he would be capable of the same destructive deeds, something he would rather not find out to be true.

A hard pounding erupted on one side of the door to his chambers. He would have ignored it, but the door swung open so hard, it knocked over a thin porcelain vase standing on a table beside it. Outside stood a regal elf with shockingly blue eyes and pale golden hair with well rounded bosoms. Her face was flustered but she held around her an aura of authority, as though she expected to be obeyed at any time.

Her stark blue eyes spelled death on anyone who disobeyed her, that much, Malkknrre knew. He had ogled at her when he first saw her three days ago, she was beautiful even for Ceree eyes. At that moment, he was humming to himself. Maybe he could transform into his elf form and take her out to dinner sometime. He shook the dirty thought out of his head.

He got up, and shot a questioning glance at the woman. “The Council demands your presence, great general.” said she grudgingly. She looked as though she was ready to bite Malkknrre’s head off. Maybe he really should take her out to dinner to calm her frayed nerves. He chased the thoughts off his mind.

“You may go; I know the way.” said Malkknrre, stumbling because he was unable to take his eyes off the elven woman. He very nearly landed face down on the carpet. That would have been embarrassing with his posterior up in the air. The elven woman smiled for a moment and then her face flashed with indignation once more when she realized that Malkknrre had as good as dismissed her.

Malkknrre left the room and saw the elf stomping down the hall opposite from where he was going. Malkknrre strode through the halls with dignity, but whenever servants got a glance at him, they scurried away. He wondered what on earth could have happened.

He entered the council’s chambers. His world was sent spinning when a slap across the face from an aleron hit him. “So here comes our traitor. To think that the great Malkknrre would betray his people.” said a contemptuous voice. He knew it so well it was Councilor Sar’Ha’Varan, it was someone that had hated him since childhood. His three names made it clear that he was a man of great prowess, but the way they were separated meant that he was still inferior to Malkknrre. Whatever this scheme was, it seemed to have worked. The entire council stood behind Sar’Ha’Varan.