Scion of Raizel (The Divine Elements Book 3)

by Daman

  Calron asked softly, his mind in shambles after knowing that his family wanted to kill him. Did they already know who he was and wanted him dead, or was there something else in play here? After talking with his attacker, it seemed like he honestly did not know Calron’s identity.

  The man slowly stood up straight and coalesced another gigantic scimitar on his remaining hand. Bolts of berserk lightning crackled around the two blades, as the large man solemnly stared at Calron ahead.

  “The young master of the Raizel clan wanted you dead. This is my last strike so please try to avoid it.”

  The man stated in a serious tone as he warned Calron. Although the young master ordered him to kill the boy, he did not wish to do so after talking with Calron. He was prepared to leave after this final strike if it failed, and willingly take the punishment for not fulfilling his duty.

  The moment the man finished speaking, he instantly appeared in front of Calron and struck the massive lightning scimitars straight towards his chest.

  However, the large man’s eyes widened in disbelief when he sensed that the boy had still not moved away and was planning to take the attack head-on. He tried to pull back the scimitars but it was already too late to stop the momentum.

  *drip - drip*

  The scent of blood wafted in the vicinity, as the golden scimitars were stopped by two young hands and stained with his blood.

  “I want to meet the Raizel clan.”

  Calron’s azure eyes bored into the large man, as he continued to hold the sharp golden scimitars while drops of crimson liquid splashed on the ground.

  “I don’t think they will allo-“

  The brute man stopped talking all of a sudden when the aura around Calron changed and a stunning scene took place.

  “Tell them I am coming.”

  Numerous bolts of golden lightning burst from underneath Calron’s feet and enveloped his entire body. This was the first time that the large man had seen Calron call on his lightning so the suspicions on his mind were finally put to rest.

  However, it was the following scene that made the man quiver with both excitement and fear.

  *SCRREEEEEEEE*

  An illusion of a colossal golden bird formed behind Calron and let out a screeching cry.

  ……………………………

  “The Inquisitor will see you now.”

  A warrior dressed in white and gold robes gave a light bow to Balis and asked him to follow behind.

  Something is strange here… why did an Inquisitor from the Guardians come to Selior city? And worst of all, why did it have to be him…

  Balis brooded within his mind, his heart at unease and turmoil after seeing the changes happening within the temple.

  He was currently inside the ornate Guardian Temple in the inner city grounds, and was on his way to meet the new Inquisitor that had currently taken charge here. The temple’s inside was enormous and was almost half the size of the royal palace itself. It was also decorated quite lavishly with various paintings and beautiful sculptures.

  Dozens of humans and beasts alike were present in the temple, and although most were lower ranked Guardians, they were still on par with the elites from the powerful clans and sects from Selior city.

  “He is waiting for you.”

  The warrior guiding Balis eventually arrived in front of an open balcony which had a view of the palace and the six towers, and promptly left after informing Balis.

  Balis took in a deep breath and slowly walked ahead towards the silhouette of a thin man facing the direction of the distant palace. His midnight black robes fluttered gently with the wind, and after a few seconds, the thin man finally turned around to reveal his dark eyes smiling at the owl-headed Elder.

  His irises briefly morphed into draconic slits, but quickly reverted back.

  “It’s good to see you again, Balis.”

  Chapter 34 – The Worth Of Being Protected

  “Inquisitor Zarvel… I’ll not say that I’m happy to see you again, but what exactly are you doing here?”

  Balis retorted in an icy voice, plain anger clear on his face.

  “Hahaha, you haven’t changed at all!”

  Zarvel chuckled, his dark black eyes shining with delight.

  Meanwhile, Balis remained silent and waited for the man in front of him to reply.

  “Why do you hide your true strength even now? Is it because of the foolish Beast Emperor and his pride?”

  Zarvel asked in a solemn tone, his mood abruptly taking a turn.

  “He was once your liege as well.”

  Balis answered in a calm voice, as his owl face slowly transformed into that of an elderly human with greyish hair. Although his skin was free of any wrinkles, one could feel the aura of ancientness exuding from his wise eyes.

  “In the past, a lot of things were different… We were both pawns of a game that we didn’t want to be a part of, but were helpless to change our destinies. Is that the path of a Guardian?”

  Zarvel spoke with hate, as he turned around on the balcony and faced the scenery of the palace and the six towers.

  “Look at that sight, Balis. While they govern the kingdom, we are here acting like their subordinates and puppets of destruction! This is not who we were meant to be!”

  Zarvel gritted through his teeth as a dark and baleful aura spread out from his body.

  “We are not their puppets. We simply aid them when the safety of the people is at risk.”

  Balis answered evenly, and he spread forth his own aura to suppress Zarvel so his baleful aura would not hurt anyone nearby.

  “Aid? Stop being so naïve, Balis. They send out our Guardians for every little squabble that they have with the neighboring kingdoms. When did we become their soldiers? The Order was created so we could stop the violence, not take part in it.”

  Zarvel withdrew his aura, but continued to gaze scornfully at the palace.

  “This… “

  Balis did not know what to say, as Zarvel’s words were indeed true and even he himself felt that the Order was changing drastically by the day.

  “It is time for us to take power and destroy the ones who corrupted the sacred Order. They are not worthy of being protected… ”

  Zarvel turned back to face Balis and began walking past him.

  “That is not the correct way, Zarvel! We can change the Order, but your current ideals are too twisted. We do not need more violence in this world. The council will never condone this path that you want to take.”

  Balis shouted after Zarvel, persuading him to stop his plans.

  “The flame has already been lit, my friend.”

  Zarvel glanced back at Balis, a mysterious smile etched on his face.

  …………………………….

  “Big brother, why were you so late?”

  Roran inquired, while he handed a towel to Calron. After the encounter with the member of the Raizel clan, Calron had returned to his room completely drenched in water.

  “Just lost track of time in the market, as I had many things to order for the shop.”

  Calron replied as he dried himself, but he sent a subtle signal with his eyes to Roran indicating that they would discuss this later.

  Sensing that something significant had happened and Calron did not want to talk about it at the moment, Roran gave a slight nod to show that he understood.

  “Master, will I be working in this new shop?”

  Ellie called out from her bed in excitement once Calron put the towel down. She was starting to get bored while staying cooped up in the room and wanted to go outside.

  “You can come with us to the shop tomorrow, and I’ll begin teaching you about the items that we sell and their prices. Also, do you know exactly how old you are, Ellie?”

  Calron questioned the little girl, as he sat down on a chair and poured himself a glass of water.

  “Uhhh… I think I turned seven a few months back… I’m not sure though… ”

  Ellie hesit
antly answered Calron, tapping her finger against her forehead in an attempt to remember more clearly.

  “Haha, it’s alright, no need to stress yourself over it.”

  Calron laughed at the cute expression on the girl’s face. He initially thought that the girl was around six years old, but it seemed that her growth was simply stunted due to a lack of food. Ellie still had a an year or so until her awakening, hence Calron’s mind was at ease.

  “Ellie, may I ask how you became a slave and who your parents were? You don’t have to answer if you are uncomfortable with it.”

  Calron gently looked at the little girl on the bed while he asked his question, and Roran perked his ears up at the side of the bed.

  “I don’t mind answering Master. I don’t remember much, as we used to live in caves and it was dark almost all the time. My mother was a slave in the mines, and when she died… they sent me to this city. There were four other children with me in the cage, but they were all boys and a merchant bought them before me.”

  Ellie spoke stoically with a stutter, but gazing at the two streams of tears on her childish face, Calron knew that the girl was trying to hold her emotions in.

  No child should have to go through this…

  Calron thought while looking at the brave girl in front of him. Ellie had been even younger than him when he had lost his family.

  There were still some things that Ellie hadn’t mentioned, but Calron did not want to press any further.

  “It’s getting late, you should sleep, Ellie.”

  Calron stated with warmth, as he walked over to the little girl and patted on her head.

  “I’m not sle- “

  Ellie started, but she soon fell asleep at Calron’s touch.

  “What are you doing, big brother?”

  Roran appeared next to Calron, seeing that his brother still had his hand on top of Ellie’s head.

  “I’m removing the soul stamp on her body.”

  Calron stated briefly, as his eyes morphed into a deep shade of grey.

  “Wait, you can do that!?”

  Roran exclaimed with surprise.

  “I cannot remove it completely as I don’t understand the technique, but I can make it so that Ellie’s mind is not tied to it or forced to comply with any orders sent through the soul stamp. I’ll study it a bit more, and then remove it wholly later.”

  Calron replied while a faint white glow shone above Ellie’s head.

  After a few seconds had passed, Calron finally isolated the soul stamp and he broke its link with Ellie’s mind.

  A trace of pain appeared on the sleeping girl’s face, but it immediately vanished a second later.

  “I need to prepare more God Tiles for tomorrow, will you be alright here?”

  Calron asked Roran, as he smiled at the blissful expression on Ellie’s sleeping face.

  “I’ll be fine. I wish big sis, Felice, was here so she could play with Ellie. I think that Ellie would have really liked her.”

  Roran whispered quietly to Calron, afraid that his voice might wake up the little girl.

  “Yeah… I agree… ”

  Calron responded half-heartedly, not being able to picture the cold Felice trying to entertain a young child.

  It’s been a few years since we last saw each other, I wonder how Felice looks now…

  Calron pondered, but he soon shook those thoughts out of his head.

  …………………………….

  In the center of a large and colorful garden, the back of a young woman appeared as she playfully petted a tiny silver kitten.

  Dressed in a simple light blue gown, her dark hair smoothly cascaded down her shoulders and her back like a flowing river. The kitten jumped around her, causing her soft and melodious laughter to echo in the garden.

  Chapter 35 – The Innocent Flowers

  “Patriarch, you might want to hear about this.”

  A servant rushed up to a tall looming figure in the library, and quickly kneeled down on the floor.

  “Eh? Speak… ”

  The tall bearded old man continued to flip through the book he was reading, his azure eyes scanning the pages for a specific piece of information.

  “One of our clan’s warriors just returned back from a mission, and he claims that he encountered a boy sharing the same abilities as the Raizel clan!”

  The servant reported hastily, instinctively knowing that this news would be of importance for the Patriarch.

  *thud*

  The book made dull sound as it fell on the floor.

  “Take me to this warrior.”

  The Patriarch’s eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation; however, he still wanted to confirm the details before he went to find the boy.

  …………………………….

  “You called me, Grandpa?”

  A young dark-haired youth tentatively approached the inner hall of the clan, and he called out to the seated figure on the throne.

  “You have caused a lot of trouble for me, you little brat.”

  The Patriarch’s voice shook the luxurious hall. Standing next to the throne were two middle-aged men, and one of them was the youngster’s father.

  “Huh? What did I do?”

  Asra asked in confusion, unaware of what caused his grandfather’s mood to abruptly turn sour. Meanwhile, his father remained standing silent.

  “Did you send out one of our clan’s warriors to deal with someone?”

  His uncle, Kail, asked in a serious tone while looking straight into Asra’s eyes.

  “Yes… is the warrior dead!?”

  Asra cried out with disbelief, thinking that some stranger had managed to kill a member of the Raizel clan.

  This would explain the somber atmosphere in the hall.

  Asra inwardly thought.

  “I can’t believe this... have we spoiled our young generation this much?”

  The Patriarch slapped his forehead with his palm and shook his head.

  Asra remained silent, still in confusion as to what was happening.

  “Leave, and do not make any more moves against that boy. Also, tell your friend from the Laxerus clan to not attack him. If they continue to attack Calron, then the Raizel clan will immediately retaliate with force.”

  The Patriach commanded Asra in a solemn voice, leaving the youth even more flabbergasted with the unfolding situation.

  Asra tried to look at his father and uncle, but the two completely ignored his gaze.

  Crestfallen and bitter, Asra left the hall and decided to look for the warrior that he had sent to Calron, in order to glean some information.

  Once Asra left the hall, the two middle-aged men turned to face the old man on the throne, while the Patriarch still had his hand on his forehead.

  “Father, what do we do now?”

  Kail inquired with a slight smile on his face. It was rare to see his father so happy and excited, so he and his brother decided to play along with their father during Asra’s scolding. The young lad needed some discipline in his life, so this event would help to keep his ego in check.

  The Patriarch had already received all the information on Calron, his friend, the new slave he bought and even on the Azure Pavilion. When the old man first heard the shop’s name, he let out a mirthful chuckle and wanted to meet Calron even more.

  “The lad said that he will come to us, so I say that we respect his wishes and wait till he arrives here.”

  The Patriarch stated while looking at his two sons.

  What? When did father become so considerate of other people? He usually does whatever he feels like…

  The second son, Erron, pondered within his mind and glanced at his elder brother to judge his reaction.

  However, Kail had his eyes closed and seemed to be waiting for something.

  “Ah, screw it! I’ll just go and see the boy myself!”

  The Patriarch roared with excitement and swiftly got up from his throne.

  I knew it…

>   Kail thought inwardly, and let out an exasperated sigh.

  ……………………

  “Master, does this really make you feel no pain?”

  Ellie asked, as she picked up a tile from the table and curiously poked it with her finger.

  “Not completely, but it will take away the majority of the pain that you are feeling.”

  Calron laughed out loud, and returned back to the task of engraving the shop’s name on the black wooden board.

  On the other side of the shop, Roran was carefully placing the God Tiles on the shelves and putting the price tags on their correct shelf.

  The trio had arrived at the Azure Pavilion early in the morning, so Roran and Ellie could help Calron set the shop and the items up. Today, Calron was actually planning on having the customers inside the shop and debuting the launch of the pavilion.

  He had made two other variations of the God Tile, one which would enhance the vision of a person and let them see several miles further than what they could see before, while the other tile would numb the pain sensation of a cultivator, allowing them to fight regardless of a mortal injury.