Ornathalas the High Elf King of Iyandan stood at the ledge of his castles peak. The sky above was a golden yellow colour this was the last signs of autumn as winter arrived. The city below was magnificently beautiful. His castle was the peak of the large mountain and all the way down smaller castles halls streets ran down to the base of the mountain and across the ground. Waterfalls with clean splashing water dropped down. The buildings and architecture were of a fine structure the buildings were white and smooth tall and thin with pointed heads. The entire city was clean and well kept. Leaves the colour of a golden orange drifted down from the tall trees scattered across the mountain side within the streets. The ledge on which Ornathalas stood was long thin and looked out across the whole of Iyandan.

Ornathalas wore a white robe that drooped down to his feet and a long red cape that ended with a trail across the white ledge he stood on. His white hair was long and fell half way down his back his face paler and his skin smooth. He stood alone feeling the soft and gentle cold wind that would on occasion blow his hair in gentle wisps.

"I sense you." He said each word spoken softly.

"How long have you been there?" He continued.

Ornathalas remained in the same posture overlooking the beauty of Iyandan below.

"I have always been here Elf king." The voice said from behind Ornathalas.

"What is it you have come to share with me Wizard that grows younger?" Ornathalas asked.

"A prophecy Ornathalas." The voice said again.

Ornathalas slowly walked to the edge of his ledge his trail slowly moving behind in his wake.

"If you have come to tell me the darkness is coming I already know." The Elf king said.

"The Darkness has always been here."

"So tell me of this prophecy you have to speak of."

"Before you're time Ornathalas a legend was born yet tainted, the Son of the legend however was of pure heart and united all of the good on Earth under one banner and one land. He wielded a power and love that none could taint until he was betrayed from within the good. Eventually that betrayal tainted him and the kingdom. Another son was born who was corrupt and wanted only power. This king forgave the betrayal and stood with his knights. However he fell in mortal battle with his corrupt son."

Ornathalas turned his head to look upon the stranger. The man wore a red robe covered by a black cloak his face was smooth and his long brown hair moved with the gentle wisps from the blowing wind. He held a wooded staff in his left hand the staffs top held a light from some kind of ancient stone long forgotten.

"I have not heard of this tale before Wizard who grows young." Ornathalas said curiosity spiked in his voice.

"Of course not. The legend is of First Earth and long since forgotten."

"First Earth?"

"As you know Elf King this is the third generation of Earth, long ago before First Earth died was when this legend was born."

"I see."

"You do not see Ornathalas High King of the Elves because it is beyond you're sight."

"How is it you see?"

"I see because I was there. I see because I have always been here." The Wizard said his words spoken softly.

"And this prophecy what is it?" The King of Iyandan asked.

"The legend ended with a prophecy. That prophecy was the King would return when the Earth faces its darkest hour."

"So tell me this then where was this king ten thousand years back when the dark forces rose and brought total war to the realms of Third Earth." Ornathalas asked looking into the wizards eyes.

"It was not the time. But now I see whispers of things to come. And darkness so terrible is coming that the Wizard order of the Light seek aide from the Ashiri. And will soon join with the realms of good to step back at the tide. But they will most certainly fail. A storm is coming Elf King Ornathalas"

The Elf king turned back to the view of Iyandan and looked at the golden sky as the grey clouds began to gather above.

"Has the order of light sent you to me to speak of this prophecy." Ornathalas asked while watching the grey clouds as they began to cover the city below taking the light and consumed the fields and waterfalls below in a dark shadow.

"I do not work for such orders I am above such things I dare say they may have seen a shadow of what is to come but they are not of my standing. I am far older than they or even you and Iyandan itself."

"What is this to me. This prophecy is of man what is it of the Elven people we are above such things."

"No Ornathalas you are not. And if the Elven people turn their backs on this then you will watch Iyandan below burn." The wizard stepped closer to Ornathalas.

"Then what is it you are asking of me."

"To look."

The wizard moved up to the Elf King and placed the palm of his left hand on the back of Ornathalas's head. The King felt a sudden coldness engulf his body as his eyes turned a golden yellow the colour of the sky moments ago. He felt a sudden warmth take hold of his head and then all went dark.
A vision came to his inner sight of a stone, then of a darker lord rise destroying everything in his path, and then he saw Iyandan as it burned. A white light blacked out the darkness and he saw a lone warrior though not his face. Then a whisper of a name a single word. Pendragon.

The light and darkness went as the wizard removed his hand and stepped back letting the sight of Ornathalas's eyes return. The city of Iyandan was still below and still beautiful. The Elf King looked back at the wizard then back to the city below.

"I heard a name but it goes from my memory yet it is a name older than I can remember I have heard it before." Said Ornathalas.

"That name is older than Third Earth." The wizard said stepping further back.

"Remind me Wizard of the unknown."

"Pendragon."

Suddenly Ornathalas remembered and turned to face the Wizard but he was gone leaving the Elf King alone.

A moment later another robed elf approached a younger elf with a golden hair stopped in front of his King and bowed slightly.

"My lord what is it. You are paler you look as though a ghost has spoken to you."

Ornathalas looked at the other.

"I heard a name that has not been spoken in other ten thousand years."

"My lord?"

"Sentikan send word to King Victor Arcadius of Blackthorne he must aide the dwarfs."

The king paused looking at his warrior Sentikan.

"And have Ithrythra lead the long ranger's into Dramakor."

Seconds later Sentikan had left leaving Ornathalas once again alone watching the sky as the golden colour had all but gone.

"A storm is coming." He said to himself.

 

 

~Raven