by V. M. Sang
The Stones of Fire and Water
Elemental Worlds Book II
V. M. Sang
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Other books by VM Sang
Ignis Previously…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Aqua Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
The Bubble Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
About the Author
Other books by VM Sang
Fiction
The Wolves of Vimar Series
Book 1 - The Wolf Pack
Book 2 - The Never-Dying Man
Elemental Worlds Series
Book 1 - The Stones of Earth and Air
Non-fiction
Viv's Family Recipes
A collection of recipes gathered by friends and family over 100 years. There are some interesting insights into the people who collected them as well as the recipes themselves.
To my mother.
Thank you for everything you did for me.
I miss you.
Ignis
Previously…
Crown Prince Torren of Ponderia had been kidnapped by a mysterious magician and hidden away in a mini-plane of reality, called a Bubble.
His friend, Pettic, and his sister, Princess Lucenra, have discovered, with the help of Blundo, the court magician, that the only way to enter the Bubble and rescue the prince is with four keys corresponding to the elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water.
To get the keys, Pettic must enter the four elemental worlds and find a gem corresponding with that element. he cannot return without it.
He has already entered the world of Terra and found a sword bearing the magical emerald. Before he found it, though, he had to slay what the people called a phantom boar that was killing their animals and also on occasion, their people. With the help of his wolfhound, Cledo, and a young man he met there, he managed to kill the boar, and also help his friend to win the young woman of his dreams.
The next full moon arose, and Pettic once more set off through the arch of the standing stones outside the city. This time he found himself in the world of Air, called Aeris. Here he found the people were divided into two distinct groups. One group, the Aerials, lived in flying cities, kept in the air by magic. The others, Groundlings, lived on the ground and were more-or-less slaves.
Pettic fomented a rebellion of the Groundlings and succeeded in brokering a better life for them.
Princess Eloraine of the Aerials tried to persuade Pettic to stay on Aeris, and when she found he was determined to return to his own world, she gave him a pin with a diamond, the magical gem he required.
Blundo has helped Pettic by giving him an amulet that allows him to understand and be understood by the people of the worlds he visited, as they spoke different languages, and also an earring that warms when he is near the gem he needs.
At the beginning of this book, the false Torren has been sent to a monastery by his father, the king, as a punishment for his poor treatment of the daughter of a Duke and her friend.
Now read on.
Chapter 1
Two days after Pettic had returned from Aeris he went as usual to eat his midday meal with the royal children and their nurse in the nursery. Although they were now grown up, Torren, Pettic and Lucenra liked to return to the nursery, much as other grown up children liked to return home from time to time.
During the meal, Pettic received a message from the king. The young man opened it and found a letter asking him to go to see Torren at the monastery where he had been sent as a punishment for his treatment of two young girls.
Pettic replied he would go the very next day as it would take almost a day to get there. He would have to stay overnight, of course, but since it was still three weeks until the next possible passage to another of the elemental worlds, it would be no problem.
The next day saw Pettic riding out of the city gates. He decided not to take his dog, Cledo, much to that animal's disgust, because of his reaction to the false Torren. He did not want to give any excuses to Torren to have his dog put down.
He found it a lonely ride without his faithful companion, and by the time he arrived at the monastery the sun had long passed its zenith and was descending towards the horizon.
The monastery was in a beautiful setting, chosen deliberately by the monks for that very reason. The hills rolled away in all directions and as it was now summer, farmers laboured in the fields getting in their harvest. The sun shone down making the little streams he crossed glint and glitter.
Pettic found the day was made him feel more optimistic about his success at reconciling himself with the false Torren. After all, this impostor was here to try to be the prince, and he ought to try to like the prince's friends.
Pettic rode in through the gates of the monastery and a monk ran to take his horse. Another came up to conduct him to the visitors' reception room.
A third monk showed him into a sparsely furnished room. The stone built monastery had no tapestries on the walls to add comfort and a little warmth and the chairs were hard wooden ones with no cushions.
He told the monk he was there to see Prince Torren.
`I'm afraid the king's orders are that no one is to be allowed to see Brother Torren, My Lord,' replied the monk, deferentially.
`I've come at the request of the king,' Pettic told him. `I've a letter here to that effect.'
The monk took the letter, read it, then smiled. `My apologies, My Lord.' I'll send for Brother Torren right away.'
He disappeared through a door opposite the one Pettic came through.
Pettic stood and walked over to a window next to the entrance door. It looked out onto the courtyard where he had entered. He watched his horse being unsaddled and taken to the stables. Shortly the opposite door opened and Torren appeared.
Pettic thought he looked a little haggard. His dark hair seemed limp and a little lighter than before, and he walked with a bit of a stoop.
`Oh, Pettic,' he said, `I'm glad to see you. It's so-o boring here. Nothing but praying. Prayers in the morning, prayers at lunch, prayers in the afternoon, prayers at dinner, prayers before bed time, and would you believe it, they even get us up in the night for more prayers. I've said enough prayers to last me for the rest of my life. I swear I'll never, ever pray again.'
He sat down heavily in a chair before continuing.
`Then, as if that isn't enough, between the incessant prayers we have to meditate. Meditate on our failings, meditate on our sins, meditate on how we can improve our lives etc. etc. etc.'
`Hello, Torren. I won't ask you how you are then. I've just got back from my busi
ness trip and heard you were here, so I've come to visit.'
`How did you get the monks to let you see me? Father said I wasn't to see anyone.'
`I prevailed on your father to let me come,' Pettic twisted the truth a bit here, but Torren didn't seem to notice that it was unlikely the king would allow himself to be persuaded by a mere earl.
`Thank you. Now, what's the news from court?'
The pair sat down and began to chat. Pettic told him what he could about the happenings at court, but having been away himself, he was a little behind on the latest gossip. Prince Torren did not seem to mind though. He was avid for news of any sort.
Just at that moment the door opened and the monk who had admitted Pettic entered, followed by another man. In spite of the heat of the summer's evening, he was wrapped from head to foot in a white robe with a white cloak draped around it and a hood over his head. The hood fell forwards so his face was obscured in shadow. He bowed to the two young men and sat down on one of the chairs.
`Who's he?' whispered Pettic. `He looks strange. What's that garb he's wearing.'
The stranger looked towards them and to Pettic's embarrassment answered the question he had asked.
`My name is Umberli. I'm from a land far from yours. It's called Aran. My “garb” as you call it, is my national dress. It's very hot in Aran and we dress thus to keep out the heat.'
`My apologies,' said Pettic. `I didn't mean to be rude.'
The stranger bowed. `I accept your apologies, young man,' he said. `Youth is often thoughtless.' He then relapsed into silence.
The abbot allowed Torren to skip the evening prayers and to eat dinner with Pettic. It was a sparse meal compared with those at the palace, of course, and although adequate, it did not please Torren at all. He said this meal, made for visitors, was a feast compared with the other meals he had here, but even this was scarcely edible.
Pettic sighed inwardly. The Torren he grew up with would never have complained like this. Still, he was doing what the king asked, even if he was not enjoying it very much.
After the meal, Torren surprisingly begged Pettic to excuse him. He had something to do. Pettic raised his eyebrows at this, and he became a little suspicious when he saw the man from Aran walking out of the courtyard and into the stables, followed very shortly by Torren.
Pettic, of course, slunk after them and entered the stables by a back door. He was just in time to hear the words of magic being muttered over Torren's ring, suspended in a contraption like the one Blundo had in his rooms.
Umberli handed the ring back to Torren who put it back on his finger. The young man seemed to visibly change. His lank hair became much more glossy and darker and he stood up proudly, like a prince.
It seemed that this “man from Aran” was the mysterious magician in disguise. Torren's ring had needed a boost of magic and so the man sneaked into the monastery disguised as a foreign traveller to give it to him because Torren could not get out.
Clever, thought Pettic.
The next morning, Pettic bid farewell to the prince and set off on the long ride back to the city. When he arrived back at the palace he went and told Lucenra about the visit of the “man from Aran”.
She agreed that it could be the same magician as had performed the magic previously, but then went on to say, `We mustn't discount the possibility that there are more people involved in this conspiracy. It may not have been the same man at all. You said you didn't see his face.'
They continued talking for some time but did not come to any conclusions.
In the weeks following Pettic's visit to see Torren/Dilrong in the monastery, he and Princess Lucenra talked long about Torren and his rescue. They visited Blundo in his tower on many occasions. The pair were not worried as Torren/Dilrong was not there to see them, and so they came and went freely.
Blundo said he thought Pettic's amulet that allowed him to understand other languages probably needed recharging.
He took it from the young man and went over to his workbench. There he suspended it between three inward-pointing spikes, chanting words of magic as he did so.
A bright light emanated from the spikes and as they watched, it flowed into the stone at the centre of the setting.
`There! It should now last you another couple of visits,' Blundo told Pettic as he handed it back. The young man put it on over his head and stood.
`It's nearly the full moon again. Could it happen that I don't go to a different world this time? Could I find myself on Terra or Aeris again?'
`I don't know that, I'm sorry,' replied the magician. `This isn't something I've really studied much. We'll just have to hold our breaths and hope you find yourself in Ignis or Aqua this time.'
Princess Lucenra interrupted.
`Blundo, Pettic saw Dilrong having what he assumed was magic done over him. Could it have been something similar to what you did to Pettic's amulet, and Dilrong has a gem that somehow changes him into Torren?'
`Absolutely, Your Highness. I suspect that's what has happened. Magic only works when it's in a gem of some kind.'
He walked over to the table and picked up a peridot.
`We can charge the gems with magic to give them particular powers, and some gems are better at receiving particular types of magic than others. That amulet you're wearing has an opal in it and that is especially good at receiving magic to do with communication.'
`I see,' replied Lucenra. `So, the gem in Dilrong's ring will be the kind to be susceptible to changing the shape of the wearer.'
`Yes, that's right. It's probably iron pyrites, otherwise known as fool's gold.'
The two young people went back to their quarters. Cledo, greeted them as they entered his apartment. Pettic bent down and rubbed the dog's ears.
`We'll soon be off on another adventure, boy,' he told the animal. `Another few days and then we hope to be in Ignis or Aqua.'
The next few days flew by and on the evening of the full moon, Pettic, Lucenra and Cledo made their way up to the standing stones. It was now the height of summer, and the evening was warm. The stars shone brightly in the sky as the full moon began to rise,
Pettic turned to Lucenra, who, as usual, kissed him on the cheek.
`I hope it's not too long this time,' she said, and she stood and watched him disappear into the mists that rose on the other side of the stone arch.
She continued to stand and gaze at the place where Pettic had disappeared. The mist vanished when the young man was completely through the stones and she could now see the city of Glitton and the palace below.
She sighed as she turned to return down the hill.
Chapter 2
As before, Pettic walked into the mist, but with more confidence than he had the first two times. The mist soon gave way to a view halfway up a mountain.
It was night here too. He looked back but could only see the cliff where he had exited. It was going to be more difficult to find the way back than the previous journeys. On Terra, he had exited in a cave and there could be no mistake in the place to return. On Aeris, it was through an arch in a rose garden. Here there was the whole side of a cliff. He looked around for some landmarks to indicate where he had come out. He spotted a rock just ahead that looked like a dog's head. That he committed to memory and began to walk down the mountainside.
He found himself in a range of large mountains from what he could see. The moon was full here, too, and lending a silvery light to the scene. He could see a valley below, but not any details. Whether there was a village or town he could not make out. He tripped on a rock he had not noticed. Perhaps he should stay here on the mountain until daylight when he could see better where he was going.
It was not cold here, but there was an unpleasant smell. It was a bit like rotten eggs, he thought. He sat down and Cledo lay down next to him. The smell was not good, but a broken leg would be worse, so he lay down next to his dog to sleep. Cledo cuddled up to him and the pair shared their warmth and soon fell asleep.
He
woke to hear the sound of creaking leather. He sat up rubbing his eyes and coughing against the smell. He thought perhaps some people had come up in leather armour and he slowly opened his eyes.
What he saw astounded him. In front of him, black scales gleaming in the sun, was an enormous beast. It had two black horns protruding from its head and a mane of leathery fronds around its long neck. Its eyes were green and slit vertically, and on its back, now neatly folded, was a pair of leathery wings.
All the way from its head to the tip of its tail was a double row of spines of varying length, longer on its thorax tapering to small ones at the tip of its tail. The sound of the wings folding away had woken him.
Then the beast spoke.
`What have we here on my mountain? A little human it would seem.'
`Yes, I'm a human,' said Pettic, his voice trembling, but he felt he should say something, `but not small by human standards.'
The beast looked startled. `You speak dragonish? How come you speak dragonish. Humans have never been able to speak our language before.'
`Actually, I'm speaking my own language and we can understand each other because of this magic amulet I'm wearing.'
`How intriguing. We dragons have magic, but no magic that can do such a thing. What kind of magician are you that can make such a thing?'
`I'm not a magician. This was given to me by a magician on my home world.'
`What do you mean, “your home world”?'
Pettic wondered if he should be talking to this creature. Dragons were mythological creatures on his world, like unicorns and griffins but did not actually exist. There people considered them to be evil beasts. Were these myths based on fact and were dragons evil? If so, perhaps he should not be telling this creature too much.
`I think I may have fallen and taken a blow to the head. I really don't know where I am,' Pettic told the dragon. `Please tell me.'