Immortal Monster Cp7 the pearl of wisdom

The five of them stepped back into the main hall, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. Evalendor was already seated in his usual spot, a perfect pearl gleaming ominously on the table before him. His expression was a twisted mask of concern and sorrow.

“Reldan, please go and fetch Raziel and DeLarian,” commanded King Lariden, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed intently on Evalendor.

Reldan nodded and exited, the heavy door closing behind him.

“Evalendor, I truly sympathize with your plight,” Lariden said, taking a seat across from him.

Evalendor’s grimace eased slightly. “I consulted the pearl regarding Raziel’s potential for change.”

“You know it doesn’t work that way,” Lariden replied, his expression serious.

“I understand, but something unexpected happened. Telaria manifested before me and assured me that everything would turn out well. She spoke highly of DeLarian. She proclaimed that her strength and uniqueness could not be undone by Raziel.” A soft smile flickered across Evalendor’s face.

Meanwhile, Reldan made his way to the royal garden, where he found the two he sought. He sighed, shaking his head in frustration as he paused to regain his composure. “Hello, DeLarian.”

Turning from Raziel, she greeted him with a polite, “Hello, Sir.”

Reldan chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “What are you up to? It seems you’ve found yourself a mate?”

A faint blush crept across her cheeks. “Yes.”

Raziel stood and bowed, a hint of formality in his demeanor. “Indeed, she insists that I seek her father’s approval.”

Reldan fought to suppress his anger. “This is true, and the path ahead will be fraught with challenges. Tell me, Raziel, are you familiar with Elderak?”

Raziel’s brow furrowed. “Before coming here, he was depicted as a monstrous villain in my textbooks, a figure I feared and hoped never to encounter. But now, connecting the dots, I dread the worst.”

“Oh? Please elaborate.”

The young man clenched his jaw, his gaze drifting into the distance. “I fear he may be my father.”

Reldan’s interest piqued. “And how do you feel about that?”

Raziel sighed heavily. “For the past decade, I’ve lived in the material plane, raised by a man who calls himself Issac. I can’t even be sure that’s his true name, yet I cherish the fond memories we shared. My life there was full of laughter and lessons in love and compassion. I now accept that I am, at least in part, Fae.

“DeLarian has reminded me that being Fae doesn’t predetermine my choices,” he added thoughtfully.

Reldan regarded him with curiosity. “I see. Well, the King has requested your presence.”

Just as Lariden prepared to respond, Reldan, alongside Raziel and DeLarian, re-entered the hall. King Lariden rose, his gaze falling sharply on the intertwined fingers of Raziel and DeLarian. “Is there something you wish to disclose, boy?”

Raziel swallowed hard, glancing at DeLarian, who smiled reassuringly and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I understand there’s much confusion surrounding my past, which I do not recall. However, I desire to make better choices. I wish to ally with the Aquatic Elf Kingdom.” His confidence swelled as DeLarian squeezed his hand, drawing strength from her presence.

He released her hand, stepped forward and kneeled before his family. The fae bowed his head in respect. Rising, he met the King’s gaze unwaveringly. “I claim my right to the title of the next crowned prince. I vow to protect our people with all that I am, alongside Aurlien. I wish to take DeLarian as my Queen.”

Evalendor’s expression tightened, his eyes fixed on the pearl, searching for signs of deception. It remained unchanged. A low growl escaped him.

“Raziel, do you recall your sword fight with King Lariden?”

“No,” Raziel replied, confusion etched on his face.

The pearl showed no signs of reaction. Talen narrowed his eyes, pressing further. “Do you remember murdering our sister, DeLarian’s mother?”

Shock washed over Raziel’s features, tears brimming in his eyes. “No… I… Oh my goddess…” He fell to his knees, weeping. “DeLarian? Did you know?”

With a gentle smile, she knelt beside him. “I did.”

“And you still wish to be my Queen?” he asked, disbelief coloring his voice.

“Raziel, you had your reasons, just as we had ours for the discord between our peoples. What I know is that these last few months have filled my dreams with the necessity of being yours. I struggle with the urge to hate you, but you have no memories of the past, do you?”

“No, I swear I do not. Had I known I had caused such pain, I would never have come here,” he confessed, turning away. Aurlien glowed on his back, resonating softly. Raziel drew the bow from his back, overwhelmed by emotion. “Why did you choose me? I feel I don’t belong here.”

A holographic image of Aurlien materialized, addressing the room. “Young Raziel, you have been chosen because you possess a rare and powerful magic, shadow magic. You will need anchors to the light, lest the darkness within will consume you.

“Shadow magic is a force that the gods deem dangerous, yet it is essential for the battles to come. Apocalyptica is approaching, though the timing remains uncertain. Telaria has decreed that you must learn to balance ‘good’ and ‘evil.’ You can change your path, choosing not to follow the legacy of your family’s turmoil. Both Elf and Fae have committed grave sins. Do you wish to understand why you killed DeLarian’s mother?”

Raziel stared, tears staining his cheeks. “I cannot justify any reason.”

“Not even if she ordered the death of your six-year-old son?”

Raziel’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Son?”

“Yes, Raziel you had young son. He was brutally murdered on the orders of DeLarian’s mother. So, in retaliation, you killed her in your grief. King Lariden tried to stop you, and you left a scar upon his face.”

Raziel sighed, his mind racing. “How does anyone overcome such differences?”

Aurlien let a soft smile cross his hologram. “It is not easy, but it is one step in front of the other. One conscious choice after the other.”

Raziel turned to the king, with a blazing fire in his eyes. His gaze falling to the king’s scar. “Grandfather. I am sorry, I cannot change the past. But I vow from here forward to use my strength in aid of our kingdom. I desire nothing to do with the fae.”

Aurlien disappeared back into the bow. King Lariden couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Raziel Flarian, 12^th son of King Elderak, denounce your fae heritage? For what reasons do you willing do this?”

Raziel broke his gaze from his grandfather, and he turned to Evalendor. “I Prince Raziel, son of a King Elderak, denounce all claim to fae heritage and vow to prove loyalty to the Aquatic Elves, in exchange for DeLarian’s hand. I wish her to be my Queen.”

Evalendor stood up and walked over to Raziel. He looked him in the eye. “I will grant my graces as long as you understand that I will seek Telaria’s help to destroy you if you go back on your word.”

Raziel smirked. “One thing I have read about the fae, is they always keep their promises.”

Evalendor laughed cynically, “And what happens when you remember the “fae” Promises you made before today?”

Raziel growled. “Evalendor, I will do a blood oath right now with you, that any promise I make the Aquatic kingdom takes priority over any and all other promises.”

“Your Fae wife? You will leave her behind?” Evalendor’s expression became wicked as he walked around Raziel. He was taunting him, and he knew it.

Raziel let a fire flare in his eyes. “You are testing my patience. However, I meet your challenge Sir.” He took a small dagger from his side. He sliced a thin cut across his palm. “I offer you a blood oath, that your daughter, My Aquatic Kingdom comes before ALL Fae. I will kill my fae wife, or my father if necessary to protect the Aquatics.”

Evalendor let the edges of his lips curl, “I accept, let me see your blade.”

The king watched this display with an idle but wicked expression in his eyes.

Raziel handed the small dagger over to him. He made a small cut like Raziel’s and he shook the fae’s hand. Their blood mingled and their eyes locked in a fiery challenge.

They let go of each other’s hands. The water washed away the trails of blood. “Raziel, welcome to the family. I hope and pray that we can overcome our differences. I am sorry I did not know my wife had ordered your son’s execution.”

Raziel frowned. “Unfortunately, I remember none of it. All will work out in time. I would like to find out a way to remember.”

“Well, now that that is settled. We can have our celebrations.” He smiled.

Raziel turned to the King, “May I retire to bed? I am not used to the long days here. My body and mind are exhausted.”

The King nodded. Raziel and DeLarian left.

Turning to his attention to Evalendor, “I will assume they will make it official tonight.”

Evalendor grit his teeth and then looked down at his hand. His expression softened. “I had no idea Sir, did you?”

The king faltered for a moment before speaking, “No, I fear there are a lot of things we do not fully understand.”

“This changes everything. Do you think the rebellion did this?”

Lariden frowned. “Possibly, but there is a way to find out.”

“How?”

“No one knows Raziel’s purpose here, I don’t think the fae even knows he is alive yet. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity to find our mole.”

“I agree, I hope to the gods I am wrong on who I think it is.”

“Me too.”

Raziel woke to an empty bed. He frowned wondering if last night was real or not. Her touch still lingering on his skin. He did not have time to contemplate when a guard rushed into his room.

“Sire, the outer corals are under attack by Lavinie, I was told to come get you.”

“I am coming.” He jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed. He rushed out into the great hall. Warriors were awaiting command.

“Raziel, I am glad you are awake; we need your help. I don’t have time to explain.” Talen looked urgent, “You are coming with me.”

Without further ado, they both took off as quickly as they could through the water. They came to a standstill when they say torrents of water clouding their view.

Raziel cocked his head to the side, “Is this a joke? Those are you royal guards causing mini whirlpools.”

Talen chuckled. “No not a joke but a response time drill.”

“I see.” Raziel watched as everyone took their places as if a real threat was on the edge of the abyssal waters.

Talen chuckled. “Here take this blade and keep it at your waist. A bow only goes so far.”

Raziel nodded and took the blade. It was weighted well. He twirled it and took a stance almost out of muscle memory. His eyes narrowed at the blade. The steel reflected his pointed ear and one eye.

He stared into his partial reflection and felt a weird sense of familiarity with the blade.

Raziel engaged in their practice. He sparred with the “attackers”. It did not take long for him to fall into instinctual moves.

Without breaking a sweat, he had all the ‘attackers’ neutralized. He sheathed his sword. Turning to Talen he pulled a silver strand of hair out of his way.

“That was pretty easy now what?”

Talen stood there with an idle smirk on his face. “I think you need to give Aurlien back, you are way better with that blade.”

Raziel frowned. “I am not sure why I have never picked one up before.”

Talen just laughed, “Alright we will go with it. That was a good response time drill. Now, we have a bigger problem. The guards have taken an outsider as prisoner. He looks to be a fae, but he swears he came here with you?”

Raziel’s expression dropped. “Raelith.”

“Yes that is the name, you know him?”

“I do what was he caught doing?” Raziel’s expression became concerned.

“Let us go find out.” Talen smiled softly.