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A Draken Rising; Part 12

Ellius noticed something looming in the distance, “And what is that?”

“Ruins. Come, I will show you.” Ten minuets passed before they finally came to a stop in front of an old city gate.

Above the gate, there was a large engraving that read, Come Friends, We Welcome Thee! Come Foe, We Shall Bury Thee! Come All, Our Wealth To See! Marvel At Our Greatness!

“Once, they must have been great, now they are nothing. Pitiful.” Rafael shook his head. “Inside of this gate is another engraving that reads ‘Welcome to Osadious! Friends, rejoice! Here is paradise! Foes, tremble! Here your death awaits!’ A prideful boast for certain. Inside these walls stand buildings of marble, pearl, gold and silver; all overflowing with the riches of this world. Diamonds, and other gems lay strewn about those now empty homes; unwashed, unknown, covered in soot and dust.”

“So this is the ancient city of Osadious.” Ellius gazed at the ruins in astonishment, “In history, there are many stories about this place, but none of those stories can be confirmed, and so they are called legends, even myths. To think that this place truly does exist…”

“There is a giant library straight ahead. All of the manuscripts are well preserved, and well organized. The history of this place, from its foundation, to its ruin, are all recorded for any who wishes to learn. It is a rather interesting tale actually.” Rafael turned his horse so that he could better see Ellius, “It may not be much, but as a token of my thanks for you training me, I will teach you. I will teach you everything I know about this city, and the Barren Waste. I will unveil as many of there mysteries for you as I can.”

Ellius looked over at Rafael, “You know you do not have to.”

“But I want to.” Rafael turned his horse, and spurred the horse forward into a trot, “There is something inside that I wish you to see.” Rafael and Ellius rode into the town, and dismounted next to an old marble fountain. Together they walked over to an old blacksmith’s shop. Stopping next to the door, Rafael pointed towards a great boulder that lay, split in two, next to the entrance. Broken shards of metal lay strewn all about it. “I am the one who split that boulder, when I first made my katari.” Rafael gently drew his blade, and sank its tip into the rock. The katari shown a brilliant gold aura, with small black and red threads of light twirling throughout it.

“Your blade’s aura was black at the caravan,” Ellius lifted an eyebrow.

“It is always black when I am near a Wyrien. The Wyriens are rather suspicious about color, so I think that is why it shows black when they are near. Any time my katari shines when I am not around them, it shines as it is now, gold with threads of black and red.”

“That is understandable. There is a deep magic within the katari. There are some who say that the deep magic can respond to the needs of the one using the blade, if the deep magic considers the user worthy.”

Rafael sheathed his katari, for the next hour, he showed Ellius around the ruins, pointing out different significant places . Eventually he put a hand on Ellius shoulder, “Come, we should be returning to the oasis before long. I have more places to show you tomorrow, but we will return here soon.”

Ellius nodded, “I would like that.”

The two of them went and mounted up once again, before heading of towards the oasis at a full gallop.

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