Tainted chapter 4 part 2: A death sentence how cheery!
"Why are you late Miss BrimeStone?"
This was the greeting Alyria got as she entered the classroom.
Alyria shrugged, nothing here mattered anymore.
Nelarosan wasn't even in her class.
Without a word, she sat down at her usual desk, no one beside her.
The instructor sighed, she felt sorry for her.
No one deserved to become one of the tainted.
Not even arrogant rebellious girls.
"Very well, now to find the compound of a Nixies scale you must ground it into a dust, it will most likely turn out to be a light powdery green, and sometimes however it will turn to be purple."
"This can then be turned into a very potent poison, the green if used properly can aid against this poison"
She lectured on and on, and for once Alyria listened.
Surprised she paused and leered at Alyria, just to make sure she wasn't up to mischief while her back was turned.
But nothing happened; Alyria sat there gazing up at her with grey, emotionless dull eyes.
All the fire had been extinguished; no more sparks flickered in her usually bright warm silver eyes.
So the instructor continued on.
"Yes and now this poison can be made airborne if kept into dust and placed into a crystal air tight ball and used as a projectile, if liquefied it may be used as any other poison, added to weaponry, or placed in ones drink or food"
Still Alyria sat there emotionless.
This was terrific, never had she had such a great lesson before- Alyria was always screwing it up, now she could concentrate on class work and not on how to punish Alyria.
Cold and alone, Alyria decided to do as she was told, after all she would have to make up allot of good points in case her escape plan backfired.
The best thing was that her teacher suspected nothing.
Pretending to listen to whatever the teacher was rambling on about; Alyria wondered what Nelarosan was up to...
Nelarosan didn't have to turn up to class; he never would have to again.
As an initiate he had to be responsible for his own learning and he was sort of. After all they never said that he couldn't study this, well maybe the head mistress did but he hadn't listened.
Celestials how he was sounding like Alyria right now...
Now that he had begun to think of her he couldn't stop.
To take his mind off of her, Nelarosan examined one of the many books he had smuggled out of the head mistress's study.
Pouring through the forbidden books, Nelarosan suddenly realised that some of these books were not even on necromancy, they were history archives.
But not just any archives, the history was Nymphan, Intrigued he continued to read. So much of their history had been 'lost' he wanted to know more.
There was once a time when Lithia was in peril on the edge of destruction, humans only a very young race were created by the celestials along with all other races and beings that we cherish to this very day.
However they made a mistake, creating demons that continue to taint this world. The celestials simply wanted to create beings that were as powerful as themselves, asking for the Ulians to aid them.
The Ulians betrayed the celestials and used a dark and powerful shadow, Ulliece there goddess and queen.
With these demons Ulliece used the remaining shadow essence to turn the Ulians into shadow elves with their own sinister powers.
The celestials enraged that there trust had been broken retaliated and sent the Ulians and the abominations into the underground.
However an incredibly dominant demon, a succubus transferred the spirits of all the demons that tried to fight back and were destroyed into the mist.
No one knows anything about this demon except for her name, Sharess.
She has never been found, hunted down once by humans they were all massacred.
It is said she has had many daughters and still lives, although these are only rumours, the ones about her giving birth to daughters are quite recent.
The demon spirits in the mist manipulated some of the mist, now known as the shadow realm confusing the dreams there; this is why we now have nightmares. Ulliece becoming more and more powerful opened the gates from the underground now called Everdark.
An entire army on her hands she rebelled against the celestials, her demons including Sharess increasingly becoming even more powerful than the celestials. Needing an army the celestials turned to the humans who joined along with the wild elves and the Sylphs.
The nymphs also joined but turned against the celestials giving in to the temptation of necromancy.
Dwarves and some dragons became part of the rebellion.
The gnomes and Halflings stayed out of the fight and still remain peaceful to this very day.
Lycans, the original half wolves were on the celestial's side, the werewolves however (Those bitten by Lycans) stayed in the forests.
Vampyres also choose no side and took pleasure in simply watching all of the death and torture, some did join in of course but not on any side.
In the end the celestials won, as punishment the Ulians or now more commonly known as snake tongues were once again sent into the hells of what is known simply as Everdark.
The demons were also sent there.
Some say that Sharess somehow escaped from Everdark and now live on the surface.
The Vampyres as they did join in and simply watched as others died among them, were given the sentence of eternal flame.
This is why Vampyres cannot go into the sunlight, otherwise they burn or they must expel this fire from themselves using magic.
While they could once drink blood at will, they must now drink every full moon at least or they will become very ill.
It must not be animal blood as this will not sustain them, the only way to avoid feeding is to drink wolfs bane a normally highly toxic poison.
But in the hands of a Vampyre it can be used as a remedy.
Another way of stopping the craving would be to get rid of lust.
Now Vampyres have no regrets about drinking blood, as they have no soul.
But for a Vampiric, one who has not been bitten enough to lose their soul might.
Now the dragons that declared themselves traitors were not sent to Everdark, they were however sent to reside in caves, only it ever come out to hunt.
Some of these dragons proved themselves worthy, joining the other dragons in society.
The Nymphs were not punished too harshly compared to the rest and were sentenced to be the slaves of humans for eternity.
Nelarosan paused his breathing becoming sharp.
Why had they never been told this?!
They at least deserved that much.
Casting the book aside in his anger, Nelarosan delved into the pile and grabbed out a sinister looking necromancy grimoire.
Alyria sat alone once again in class, scribbling away at her parchment.
The instructor raised an eyebrow.
Alyria listening in class and doing her work?!
Alyria continued to draft the yellowed paper.
She was almost finished, the entire layout of the tower printed onto the leaflets of parchment.
Her escape plan was flawless, it had to be she had written it and planned it after all.
Now all that was left to do was to execute it.
Class finished with the instructor in high spirits, something that made Alyria sick. Racing along, bashing into idiotic students who wouldn't move out of her way.
She heard faint murmurings of incantations coming from Nelarosan's room, spells she had never heard of before.
Lucky, he got to learn advanced magic.
While she had a death sentence.
Someone was at the door; Nelarosan immediately stopped the spell in mid sentence.
He couldn't let anyone find out what he was practising.
Who ever wanted to get into his room wasn't very patient; they were basically bashing the door down.
This was how he knew it was Alyria.
Casting the leather bound book into his desk drawer Nelarosan tried to look calm.
Alyria wrenched the door knob open, suddenly realising that the door knob had frost on it from her touch.
She ignored this as she had news, it did however concern her slightly.
"Are you still going to run away with me?"
She knew it was too much to ask, but she had to know.
"Of course" Nelarosan stared deeply into her eyes; he wanted to make sure that she was certain about this.
"So... what's the plan?"
Alyria gave him a slight mischievous smile in response.