CHAPTER 22. FAITHWINDER'S TRUTH
Arik's face was cold and as steadfast as stone. Sitting on the crescent-shaped throne, he watched as his daughter approached the dais. The throne room was enormous, with columns and tapestries of the Eclipse. In two rows, left and right, stood towering marble statues of the first kings, the founders of the Empire. His gaze glided over the marble figures arranged throughout the silver hall, and his eyes accidentally fell on the throne beside him, meant for Seraphina.
His cold expression faltered for the first time, but he quickly regained his composure. The entire throne room awaited his words. Elowen knelt at the very foot of the throne.
Arik, wearing a silvery mantle, rose from the throne and descended the marble steps. Tilidus, standing nearby, handed him a dark sword. Arik took the Dark Moon, as the sword was called, which had been passed down to him from the founder Alaric, and pointed it at Elowen.
The blade rested on her small, girlish shoulder.
"Elowen of the Eclipse, do you swear to serve your people faithfully, honor your ancestors, and be a true queen? Ruthless, but just."
"I swear," said Elowen.
"Do you swear to follow the paths laid down by Alaric, the founder of our Great Empire?"
"I swear."
"Do you swear to serve the Moonlight and cherish the Sun?"
"I swear."
"In the name of the Founder of the Eclipsian Empire, Alaric the Vanquisher, Lord of the Moon and the Sun, Lord of the Continent, I declare you Queen, Elowen of the Eclipse. The first queen of the Eclipsian Dynasty. Rise."
He sheathed the blade, and Elowen, with gratitude in her silver eyes, smiled at her father. The royal priest placed the crown on her head. The hall erupted in applause.
Everyone hailed the first queen. She was truly happy, probably for the first time in her life.
"I am proud of you, my dear," Arik whispered. "Will you stand by me until the end, when the enemy comes to our land?"
She could not answer otherwise.
"Yes, father. Until the end."
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Servants bustled around the King's chambers. Cedric was standing in the center while each servant took turns putting on a separate piece of his crimson angular armor. Two men fastened a large breastplate to his chest.
Cedric watched the city from the window. White birds of Faithwinder flew over the city, watching him.
It was time for war, time to destroy the Eclipsian Dynasty. The Cosmic Eclipse was almost here, about which he knew nothing. And this uncertainty cut into his heart like a knife.
The servants bowed to the Queen as Seraphina, moving slowly due to the pain in her hips, approached and took a helmet from a table.
"It's strange that I've never worn something like this," she said, putting the red helmet on her head. Her brown hair was compressed, and her big beautiful eyes peeked out from the eye slits. "How do I look like? Feels comfortable." She looked funny in the helmet.
"You'll never need to wear something like this. You'll be safe, Mum. You and our child."
"Yes, I will." She didn't let him take off her helmet and, with surprising agility, ended up behind him. "Because you won't leave me alone in the castle." She tightened the bindings on his armor, pulling it snugly against his chest. "Let me take care of you, baby."
"I've never doubted your bravery, but I don't want you with me when things happen. Red Castle is the safest place to be..."
"I didn't ask for your permission," Seraphina circled him and again faced Cedric. "You are my son. I will not stay here alone."
"Mum. Please, don't be like that."
She grabbed his hand as he reached for her face. "This is not up for discussion, young man! And don't forget." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a tattoo on the pale forearm. "I'm not just your mother. I'm one of the Exarchs and the last descendant of Leronse, the founder of the Library. So I don't need your permission, Your Majesty," she said mockingly.
Cedric hardly smiled. "I love it when you're so rough." He kissed the spot on the iron helmet where her mouth would be.
"Not in front of the servants, dear. I don't want them to know about, you know, about us."
"I'm sure they know, Mum," he whispered. Then, in a commanding voice, he addressed the servants, "Leave us."
When it was just the two of them, she pulled a dagger from his belt that once belonged to Riley. Cedric still kept it with him. The blade was sharp, and Seraphina poked it against his armor, right at the chest, testing its strength. "My hips are still hurt from the last time. Did you forget that I might punish you for that? Couldn't you be more gentle with your old Mum? "
"I wanted you to remember our last time before my departure."
"Before OUR departure. You succeeded with that, I'm sure I'll never forget that one time. You came so much all over my body." She smiled with the corner of her mouth, but his face was as stony as a statue.
"You know, Leronse was not just the founder of the Library; he had many gifts, like talking with ghosts and spirits. That's where he, as it is written, gathered much of his information for the books. He also had a deep understanding of people, but you don't need to have Leronse's blood to know that something is troubling you." Seraphina placed her hands on Cedric's chest. "What's wrong, dear? I thought you would be happier since I agreed to bear your children, I agreed to be your wife and marry you, despite..." She sighed. "Despite knowing that prophecy wasn't about us. But you still have this grumpy face all the time like a sad baby. Is it not enough? Why are you not happy?"
"I'm happy, Mum. You have no idea how happy I am that we finally can be together without hiding and without misunderstanding." He smiled weakly. "But..."
"But what? What's bothering you, my baby?"
"The unknown." He took Riley's dagger from her hands. "What will happen to us when it's all over, Mum? This Cosmic Eclipse..."
"We will be happy and together." Seraphina removed her red helmet, threw it on the floor, and cradled his face in her soft warm hands. "Darling, tell me about the Cosmic Eclipse. Tell me what you've learned, please. What awaits us? Is it the end of the world as we thought or is it something else?"
Cedric wanted to push her away, wanted to make it clear again that he didn't want to talk about it, but his muscles were paralyzed by fear and love. He remained still, lost in her gorgeous big green eyes.
A half-dried tear rolled down his cheek. "I am the last hope."
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Month ago
The day Cedric was named king of Solarion.
Gargantua and Cedric pulled the two halves of the door forward, entering the dungeon room. Cedric carefully leaned on his cane. Inside, it was dark and dry.
Gargantua lit the way with his torch. He stepped further in. It was a tiny room with a few shelves crammed with scrolls. A few rats scurried past their feet. In the center was a reading table with an old candle and a nearby chair. On the lower shelves the scrolls had tumbled to the floor.
"I expected to see more. It looks like this place doesn't get many visitors. Except for the rats," Cedric said, tiredly sitting on the only chair. As soon as he sat, he realized he should have checked if the wood was sturdy.
"This place has always been meant for kings. Time passes, and rulers become numb to the knowledge of the past and the wisdom of their ancestors. I am the only rare guest here."
"But you're not a king."
"No, but royal blood flows in my veins," Gargantua glanced at Cedric through the slits in his golden mask.
"I don't get it."
"Of course you don't. Solarion long ago moved past the tradition of passing the throne by bloodline. Now the most fearless warrior becomes king. However, we still honor the memory of the first Malachin, the founder of Solarion. And his blood runs in me. I'm his descendant."
"And you don't seek to reclaim the throne?"
"Am I the most fearless warrior? Blood often mixes, Cedric. Perhaps my ancestor was a great king, a fearless warrior, but I am not like him. I'm hiding my face behind a mask."
Cedric chose not to elaborate. He grabbed the first scroll he could reach. The text was barely legible in the torchlight.
"What was Faithwinder talking about? These scrolls are too old to read anything!" He threw the scroll directly at the painting hanging under the tiny window. The painting depicted a smiling man. His dark hair and beard reminded Cedric so much of Arik, and there were two birds perched on each of his shoulders.
"Who is-is this?" Cedric asked.
"Don't you recognize your ancestor?" Gargantua examined the painting. "This is Alaric."
Cedric strained his mind, examining the man in the painting with a newfound curiosity.
"Why is a portrait of the Eclipsian Empire's founder here? In the Solarian castle? In this godforsaken room?"
"You're not our first guest from the Dynasty. The Red Castle was once a place of peace and prosperity. Alaric came here when our states were still at peace, many years ago."
"At peace?" Cedric leaned back. "Were our states ever at peace?"
"They were. Once. Not for long." Gargantua held the torch closer to the painting. "It's written in these scrolls. I read it. Alaric was a peace-loving man. The guy loved fruits, women, and birds. He was friends with our first ruler, my ancestor, but then, out of the blue, he and his descendants started a war. The fruits of it we still bear today. And my folk will never forgive him this treason."